Thursday, March 12, 2009

Comfort zone

My good friend's father was the political anchor for CBS News in Los Angeles when I was invited to dinner at their house. I was an unsophisticated young hippy who rarely wore shoes. Confronted with an array of forks and spoons at my place setting I sat immobilized.
My friend's mother looked over the rim of her wine glass and asked, "Would you be more comfortable in another room?"


CJGallegos said...

I still bear the scars.

smartz said...

In the spirit of Henny Youngman, "That's not my hostess, that's my bitch."