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The Problem With Fishing For Compliments…

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Is that you usually end up reeling in a big, whopping dis.

A couple of years ago at a diner–oh, hush, you have to eat somewhere–I spotted a guy dutifully reading my column at another table.

Anxious to be anointed with all kinds of praise, I raced up to him and gurgled, “Hey! That’s me!”

“Huh?” he responded.

“That’s my column you’re reading!” I explained. “I’m Michael Musto!”

“Oh,” he said, not overly impressed as he distractedly returned to his omelette.

“So are you enjoying it?” I begged, with a nervous giggle. “Not the omelette–I mean the column!”

Pause.

“Eh,” he said as if shooting daggers through my skull.

I never fished for a compliment again.

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