Last night I had trouble eating with chopsticks. Either I was way tired or else my "cheating method" of using them finally got the better of me.
I could pick up the vegetables and meat, but those darned grains of rice really gave me a run for my money.
When I was single, long before I met Homer, I had a friend who was much more knowledgeable about the ways of the world. She is the one who taught me how to use chopsticks. I was never too good at it, and I guess I developed my own style to get the job done .
This friend thought I needed to learn some "social skills" as I meandered through the dating scene of the early '80s. Just let me stress that they were not your mother's "social skills" as in saying please and thank you, holding a door for someone or giving up your seat on the bus to an pregnant or elderly person.
These were more along the lines of walking a certain way (I wasn't too good at that) and sitting a certain way at a table or dare I say on a barstool.
She also thought I needed to know how to play board games...
Needless to say I kinda failed her class.