I’m bartending the hotel bar, woman comes up, says, I’d like a glass of your house Chardonnay. And can you put some olives in it?
I imperceptibly make a face.
But she notices.
Says, I know, I know. it’s weird, but I like olives!
I say, hey, hey. (Shrugging my shoulders). I’m not judging you. I’d never judge. Who am I to judge?
She smiles, says, thank you.
I get her glass of Chardonnay, put some olives in it.
Just FYI: If anyone ever says to you, I’m not judging you, most of the time,
There’s some serious judging going on.