As our enjoyable BOLO evening ended, last week, my friend Laurie and I sprang to our feet, hoping to dash to the exit before throngs of bloggers clogged our path. But the packed room was gridlocked. I shrugged. This would to take a while. But Laurie was dauntless. She raised her eyebrows, smirked and assured me that her "pointy elbows" would whisk us across that floor. And they did. In a flash we were strolling down Preston -- me admiring her finesse. "You're amazing," I said, "I stand invisible for ages trying to squeeze through crowds." "Oh, me too," Laurie chirped, "I can only do that for someone else." Far. Too. Familiar. In the wise words of my friend Janice, "Good God woman ... Be even kinder to yourself, as you have to live with you." Two tier service just disgusts me yet I foist it daily on myself. So, I'm trying to stop. Thanks to both women for the reminders. I must be worth first class self-service -- judging by the company I keep.