Too ashamed to eat at fancy restaurants with out-of-towners? Nervous they’ll use the wrong utensils, or worse, use a caviar spoon to feed the chihuahua they smuggled in their Ed Hardy bag?
Problem solved! I found training placemats! Instantly all your heathen friends will become posh citizens of the upper crust. Bravo!
At Least the Table Mat was not a picture of paper goods and a spork…