So, we were at a wedding this afternoon. An elegant affair. At dinner, the waiters even came around and refolded napkins. I was sitting alone at the table while everyone else was up dancing (too hot to do the Hora). Our server appeared and carefully folded the napkin of the guy next to me..and then placed it at the plate of the woman two seats down. It made me wonder just how far in the training process Armando had progressed. He clearly "owned" the idea of the neat napkin but hadn't quite yet mastered the concept of the personal napkin.
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Sunday, August 16, 2009
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