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So Posh

While out at our anniversary dinner last Friday night, D dropped his fork in the middle of eating his steak (massive and perfectly cooked, I might add).

He looked at me, quickly picked it up and placed it back down on the table.
I laughed, turning to get the server's attention, and said, "Here, I'll get you another one."

He looked at me...stunned.

"No, what do you mean?" he said anxiously. "3 second rule".

I gasped "Not in a restaurant!"

I grabbed the fork out of his hand and did an awful mom-like-tsk-tsk and politely asked the server for another.

And it dawned on me, that the floor in our house was probably 10 times dirtier then the one in the restaurant but I would never have flinched if he'd picked it up at home and kept eating with it.

And it also occured to me that the only reason I was shocked was because it was IN PUBLIC, not in the confines of our dining room and NOT because of the disgusting-ness of germs that are on ANY floor.

We're so posh.

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