Hopefully, you'll have the good graces. . .

Whatever holiday your family celebrates at this time of the year, remember to dress appropriately for the dinner table. It is, after all, a special occasion.

Hopefully, you'll have the good graces NOT to show up for Easter or Passover Dinner in anything remotely resembling sweatpants, cargo shorts, the ubiquitous backwards baseball cap, flip-flops, or an untucked cheap flannel shirt. Shower, shave, and get yourself dressed. Have some respect for yourself and show a little consideration for the occasion. Unless it's a plate of microwaved Hot Pockets or Pizza Combos served on a TV tray, you can bet that someone has gone to considerable trouble to plan a special event and invite you to it. The least you could do is to have some respect. . . Although my suspicions are that I'm preaching to choir already.

-- Heinz-Ulrich

P.S.
Say the Dining Table Mantra with me brothers and sisters, "Table manners, table manners, table manners. . ." And if you habitually indulge in 'phubbing' during family events, cut it the hell out!

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