Dear everyone who thinks they’re secretly annoying their friends every time they open their mouths or obsesses about embarrassing themselves in front of their friends:
You’re fine. If David Brooks still has people willing to go out to lunch with him even after he pulls this shit
Recently I took a friend with only a high school degree to lunch.
Insensitively, I led her into a gourmet sandwich shop. Suddenly I saw
her face freeze up as she was confronted with sandwiches named “Padrino”
and “Pomodoro” and ingredients like soppressata, capicollo and a
striata baguette. I quickly asked her if she wanted to go somewhere else
and she anxiously nodded yes and we ate Mexican.
and then writes about it in the New York fucking Times, you cannot possibly be the most embarrassing person on the planet, and your brain can shut up.