You'll Never Know Unless You...

It’s Monday morning and for most people, the last thing that they're in the mood for is a bubbly, sunshine and rainbows type of post. Don’t worry, you won’t find that here today. As much as you’re missing the weekend, I want you to be excited. Sprezz Central has a great lineup for you this week.

Now I mentioned that today’s post would have a little flare and it's for good reason, in my opinion. Last Friday the world was introduced to yet another version of Facebook. I can’t speak for anyone else but I don’t remember asking for a new edition and certainly don’t appreciate it being forced on me.

It reminds me of a café where I often go to grab a quick cup of coffee. The place is right across the street from my office which makes it convenient. But for whatever reason, the cashier (who sees me at least 3 days a week) just CAN’T grasp the concept that I don't want a bag (there's absolutely no benefit).

Every day its “Thanks Martha, but the bag’s not necessary.”
Every day.
She never bothers to ASK beforehand.

Similarly, in a recent Adam Carolla podcast (#1 on iTunes and absolutely hysterical – check it out), he was discussing a situation that you tend to encounter at more up-scale restaurants.

We've all been there.

You’ll sit down, ready to enjoy yourself and then the waiter approaches. However, rather than giving you the option of whether or not you'd like to hear the daily specials, sometimes they'll just simply take charge.

Now you’re forced to spend the next 5 minutes listening to all of these crazy culinary concoctions. Sure, to be polite you'll throw in a quick nod here and there, maybe even the occasional “Ohh that does sound interesting”, but meanwhile you decided 20 minutes before you arrived that you were ordering ribs!

As someone with Sprezzatura, keep this in mind with your interactions today. Before imposing your will in any way, first get a sense from the other person if it's welcome.

Then and only then can you react accordingly...


In other news, I received countless emails from buddies of mine, all claiming that they’re women suddenly had the urge to lay low and order in pizza this weekend.

Word must travel fast. Looks like we're going to need a new test.
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