The other night at work two of my fellow employees were talking about string cheese.
#1: I have a friend who eats string cheese. Ugh.
#2: I eat string cheese.
#1: Okay, fine. But you probably don't BITE IT.
#2: LORD NO! I pull it apart.
I was standing there at the cash register, listening in dismayed silence because a) I eat string cheese and b) I bite it like it's a Tootsie Roll. And also I was having flashbacks to that moment when I realized I should have been tipping the pizza delivery guys all along, which I never had because I didn't know you were supposed to. That happened in the days before I was the sophisticated person I am now.
Except I bite string cheese BECAUSE I DIDN'T KNOW ANY BETTER.
So I remained silent, although I did send an email the next day, confessing I am a biter. And guess what. They love me anyway.