Dear Ann Landers,
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, AliiIV LANDERS The kind of people to be trusted, How come they always seem to feel There's something special about my meal?