Admit it. You’ve enjoyed an extraordinary, five-star dinner and thought, That was the best meal ever! The chef must be a genius, a food god! How will my palette ever be that satiated again? Then, hours later, you find yourself reaching into your freezer, eating a frozen Oreo, and the exact same feeling comes over the exact same palette.
When I have my I’m-the-Business-Owner hat on, my number-one pet peeve has to be the frequently asked question, “Which of these cars is a good investment?” I can’t bite my lip hard enough to avoid looking a potential client in the face and shouting, loudly, in my local Bostonian colloquialism, “ARE YOU SOFT?”
Sometimes you can go back to your first big romance, your first date, or the crush you had on your seventh grade home room teacher, and find out that it was as glorious as your somewhat biased mind has remembered. The romance was in fact genuine, your first date is now elegant instead of cute and your old home room teacher is only slightly older than you and she could be starring in CougarTown.