My boyfriend’s parents did not care for me much. I hope this dislike was more because I was A Girlfriend of their only son and not because of me personally. But his mom was convinced I was a galoot – I had eaten her salad once at a restaurant (now I know that solids are on the left, liquids on the right) and I had also sent a crab leg flying over her shoulder, casting off butter as it spun through the air, when I tried to open it by pressing on the end the way you would a tiddlywink.
I had also used the Company Towels at their house once, thinking I was company. The next time I went, there were paper towels sitting next to the bathroom sink. I got the message.