I was sitting and minding my own business at a prestigious event the other night when a fairly well known restaurant guy woke me out of my reverie by bellowing, “How come you don’t have a website that people pay $20 million for?”
I was too stunned to think of any apt responses, like:
“Um, I’m doing just fine, thank you.”
“How do you know?”
or just “Fuck off!”
So I simply stammered, “You sound like my mother.”
Was taking the high road in this case the right idea or should I have shrieked, “How come you’re not Mario Batali?”?