They go for days without shaving.
They walk the streets in their bare backs – and think nothing of sitting down to lunch without even a t-shirt on.
They don’t know how to tie their own bow ties.
They have extended casual Friday (an iniquitous concept in itself) to sloppy everyday.
They wear socks with their Topsiders.
They don’t care if they are served fish without proper fish cutlery.
They can’t tell Milka from Valrhona.
They go out for breakfast.
They drink Coke.
They like cheesecake. And Oreos.
They unhesitatingly enter the lift or cross the door ahead of you – the idea of letting you have precedence doesn’t even cross their minds.
They watch soaps and reality shows.
They genuinely don’t understand the concept of delayed gratification. Or of sin and penance.
They treat – and talk to – their elders as if they were their own age.
They wouldn’t know how to address a King if they met him (as one does).
They NEVER sit up straight.
Sometimes I lie awake at night and worry about these things.
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