ONE THING I AM NOT is a snob. I’m not!
If I go to a nondescript diner, I’m having a grilled cheese, the turkey sandwich, a hot dog—something safe. (I love hot dogs; leave me alone.) I won’t even order the Chef Salad. Because not being a snobby jerk is often just a matter of managing…
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