Dear Ann Landers, ince you seem to be an authority on the sub-ject, will you please attempt to categorize the various degrees of intox-ication? People need to know when they are slipping from one category to another. -Huntsville, Ala.
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Dear Readers, , yuk! You have defended the practice of asking for a “taste” from the plate of a fellow diner. Not only that, you make those of us who do not agree sound like antisocial creeps. I wrote this poem for you: Ode to the Eppie-Curean There’s a habit that I hate: Swiping morsels off the plate By friendly folks who only want to share Their streptococci, my eclair. “Gimme a taste, gimme a lick.” Those gregarious people sure are quick! I’ve barely time to thank the Lord- My lunch becomes their smorgasbord. If they’re so happy, so well-adjusted, The kind of people to be trusted, How come they always seem to feel There’s something special about my meal? -Take the Whole Thing in Colorado
