A few years ago, my mom took me on a cruise to celebrate my (long awaited) college graduation. I totally hung out with the crew, particularly the kitchen staff. They’re my people. I can hobnob, I know how to blend with the posh, the elite. But I’m comfortable with the folks who toil away in the back, making everything happen with no acknowledgement.

I’m sorry…it sounds like the comment was not a good one. :(