It's Friday night. You and your significant other are celebrating the end of a long week with a candlelit dinner at Capital Grille. The waiter fills your water glass, from which you take delicate sips. No chugging. No slurping. You silently berate yourself for the millisecond during which your elbow brushed against the table. Is your partner using the right fork? You decide to let it slide.
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You're two years old. Your mother has seated you in a wooden high chair and is presenting you with a plate of chopped up hot dogs and watermelon chunks. She places a fork in your hand. You throw it on the floor. She demonstrates the proper way to eat a watermelon chunk. You smash it into your forehead. You can eat however you want, so long as some of the food ends up in your stomach.More »