I love etiquette – the little rules and gestures that make life polite. Mostly, I like the curiosity of it. For example, under what circumstances would a lady wear gloves while dining?
A. At a chilly bonfire.
B. At a country-club tea where hat and gloves are required.
C. At the opera.
The answer happens to be C. It’s not the opera that makes the difference, it’s the opera gloves. See it’s poor etiquette to eat with gloves on at any occasion, but opera gloves, which have buttons at the wrist and can have the hand portion flipped back onto the forearm, are acceptable to eat in (but again – the rule is – hands uncovered to eat.)
Weird, huh? Nevertheless, it fascinates me. And I plan to blog about such things from time to time. Like today!
Topic: Drinking straws and the wrappers that come with them.
I never know what to do with straw wrappers. I used to wad them up and put them in the only tabletop trashcan available, the ashtray. Which, I believe, is poor etiquette right from the start. (Ashes go in ashtrays, not papers, gum or soiled tissues, but that’s another blog.) Now, in an age of the smokeless restaurant, I don’t even have that little faux pas to fall back on!
What am I supposed to do with this stinkin’ wrapper?!?!?! Should I leave its crumpled body lying twisted on the bare tabletop, a symbol of the discarding nature of modern American life? Or hide it under my plate? Knock it to the floor? Assuming my pants have pockets (and so many women’s pants don’t), should I palm it trouser-ly away?
I’m stumped. What do you do?