Bruce, as the kind friend he is, was gentle enough to point out how rude I am. At first I didn't want to acknowledge it, but he started to mention a lot of examples: I cut in front of old folks. I didn't greet people. When we got to his granny's house, I grabbed a fork without asking for it and made a mess without moving a muscle to clean up.
Am I a total savage? Perhaps.
Personally, I like to think that Bruce is just too judgemental.
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