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Why this snooty place I live in can go fuck itself The night before we left on our trip, Mr. Pooh and I went to a fairly nice restaurant. We weren't expecting to go to a nice restaurant, but some people wanted to take us out to eat and we had to wear what we were wearing. Mr. Pooh, who had been moving furniture, was wearing a black Pearl Jam t-shirt, surfing shorts, and a baseball hat. As we were walking through the restaurant to our table, this old lady who was sitting at one of the tables yelled "Take off your hat!" to Mr. Pooh. What's ruder, wearing a hat inside (and why you can't is beyond me) or yelling at someone you don't even know? Even if someone is committing a faux pas, wouldn't Miss Manners politely keep her mouth shut?
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