At a recent gathering at my children’s school, one of the parents came up to me and said, “I’m so glad I know you because you are one of the very few real people here.” Assuming that was meant as a compliment (which was somewhat odd because I was dressed in a tacky muumuu and draped in plastic leis as part of a presentation), I responded to that with my standard, “Oh, well, thank you, but no, I’m not, I guess” in that self-deprecating way that I automatically do whenever someone says something even minimally positive about me.
When I got home that nig…