“Grandma, why did you move my chopsticks?”
My extended family was dining on Cashew Chicken, Mongolian Beef, and fried wantons. Without missing a beat I answered, “Well, Ashley, I’m all about risk management. I noticed your chopsticks were sticking out over your lap, and there was a risk you or I might knock them to the floor [notice the diplomacy there], so I initiated a safety program. I rotated the chopsticks on your plate to stick out over the table instead of the floor.”
Dead silence.
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