Imagine a Seven-Step Procedure for Opening and Serving a Diet Coke to Donald Trump
I once dated a man who whenever we went to a restaurant, would not let the host choose our table. He’d follow the host for about five feet, point to a table and decide that’s where we were sitting and just seat himself. I was left to hang back and apologize to many hosts, who were kindly pretending that we weren’t the…
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