We went out for Heidi's birthday dinner last night. "What should I get?" Heidi asked scanning the menu.
"Be adventurous!" I advised. "Try something new."
When the waiter delivered the plate of whole grilled porgy festooned with pickled celery and shallots, she sat back a minute in dismay, but then quickly regained her composure and grabbed first her knife and fork, but after a moment, her camera, too.
"Don't," I said.
"Why not?" she asked.
I shrugged. "It's a kind of uncool."
She listened to me, but later we were both sorry. I because I regretted being so uptight and controlling, and Heidi because at least five people asked to see a picture of it when she told them what she had!
"Be adventurous!" I advised. "Try something new."
When the waiter delivered the plate of whole grilled porgy festooned with pickled celery and shallots, she sat back a minute in dismay, but then quickly regained her composure and grabbed first her knife and fork, but after a moment, her camera, too.
"Don't," I said.
"Why not?" she asked.
I shrugged. "It's a kind of uncool."
She listened to me, but later we were both sorry. I because I regretted being so uptight and controlling, and Heidi because at least five people asked to see a picture of it when she told them what she had!
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