Have you ever expressed a private thought or an observation or a clumsy joke or a dopey aside of some kind that you wouldn’t want to be publicly disseminated?
Have you ever said a proverbial “wrong” thing — verbally or whispered off in some dark corner of a restaurant booth or bar or party somewhere, obviously intended as private — have you ever muttered an unattractive thing to someone that, God forbid, you would not want someone else overhearing and transcribing and printing verbatim?
If your answer is “no” then you are a liar.
If I see you in Telluride I’m going to give you a dirty look. Fair?
