From a Ca guy:
«we was raised fairly bad, but we went to a university that received students from some really families that are rich. A rich classmate invited me away to dinner one evening whenever her household had been visiting, and now we visited the restaurant that is fanciest we’d ever gone to.
«through the salad program, the waiter brought a cloth-covered platter with the things I learned later on were chilled forks. We reached to use the platter away from their arms around the table to the others so I could pass it. Evidently, judging through the laughter from my classmate’s sibling and parents, this is a faux that is major. I became likely to simply take my fork and allow the waiter relocate to the next individual with the tray.
«we felt ashamed for all of those other dinner and excused myself from joining them for a few sightseeing afterwards. Going back once again to my dorm space, i recently kept considering them laughing at me. That cannot be good ways. «