When the man who works the wine section pauses in his tracks to make sure you’ve found everything you “really need…are you sure?”
[Clears throat nervously. Fiddles with tie] “I would like to announce that today. At exactly this hour—whatever hour it is that you are reading this—is my mother’s….Birthday!
Don’t Touch A Hot Stove. Don’t touch fire, on a hot stove. Don’t talk back.
Our Deepest Fear Is Not That We Are Inadequate.