9/21/00 - 10:56 pm
Okay, so I've been away for quite a bit.
But how many of you are actually reading this?
Not many I'll bet.
But I was inspired to do a little diarying tonight. I still cower in the face of all the amazing weblogs out there, but I'm plugging away nonetheless.
Anyway, I was sitting and eating dinner this very evening when I was noticing a distinctly undesirable quality of one of my dining companions. This unnamed person was not invited by me, but--being male and alive at this bastion of the single female--was not unwelcome. This soon changed. This poor slob had a problem. Namely, a weeping sore on his face. Now, I'm currently at the proverbial "small liberal arts college,"* so there's no reason for someone to go around looking like and escapee from a leper colony.
There is definitely no reason to do so at dinner. You know those little sterile sticky things? No, not Post-its! They're called Band-Aids.
What is the correct etiquette for this situation?
"Oh, 'scuze me sir, but would you mind not pointing that oozing wound in my direction?"
Oh dear, I know that some day that poor kid is going to be rich and I'll probably wish that I had married him. Damn these high standards!
*For all you nit-pickers out there, I don't think there are any proverbs about "small liberal arts college." Get over it already!
