I’ve written before about my mother. Recently she visited my wife and me here in LA.
One evening, the three of us headed out to a party. I wondered aloud what we should bring as a gift for the hosts.
“Just remember,” my mother said. “Everybody likes tequila. Everybody.”
It struck me as an especially profound piece of maternal wisdom. But just to be sure, I ran through the list of potential exceptions to the rule.
Left-wing suburban dentists? Disgraced former CEOs? Kalahari bushmen? Argentinean gauchos? Inner-city kindergarteners? Transgender German prime ministers?
For each objection came my mother’s reply: “Everybody.”
It’s official. This isn’t a hypothesis. This is a fact.
Use the information wisely.
