By the way, there was nothing on the menu that would have required a finger bowl. You know, a finger bowl is fried chicken, touching the food with your hands, but there was none of that. And she was prepared, you know, like Queen Elizabeth, the old story that somebody at dinner with Queen Elizabeth that didn’t understand anything, and was using utensils the wrong way. And rather than the queen embarrass the guy and call him out or have somebody else do it, she began to imitate the way this guy was using his utensils, and it relaxed everybody.

And I fully thought Barbara Bush was gonna pick up that finger bowl and start drinking from it, because she thought that’s what I was gonna do. But I, of course, as a refined and sophisticated person from Missouri, knew exactly what the finger bowl was. I had just goofed up in how you arrange the silverware in preparation for it and then to set it aside. ‘Cause the waiters sit it at your place setting as though it is an item, rather than off to the side where you, the diner, are supposed to move it.

(interruption) Oh, we had finger bowls every night in Cape Girardeau, yeah, with the okra and the soybeans and the collard greens, absolutely. We had to have finger bowls every night. In fact, sometimes two or three finger bowls. When we were finished, we’d put ’em on the floor, let the dog lick what’s left. Yeah. Only kidding.

https://www.rushlimbaugh.com/daily/2018/04/18/barbara-bush-grand-old-dame/

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get out of my head

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