I am not all bitter blue-collar, for the record

This is the kind of story where you need a little background detail, but just enough to understand what I'm talking about. Not enough to need specific specifics so don't worry about all the its and thats and hers. I am protecting the innocent. Except not my mother. Hi mom! A friend of a friend asked if she could show someone else (see what I mean?) my blog, in order for this friend to get a feel for my personality (that mattered, for a reason, but not for the story). I said sure, of course, so long as she knows my blog is meant to be taken extremely seriously. For real. Fast forward a couple of days and I remembered that a friend of a friend of a friend was maybe stopping by to read. And I'm on the phone with my mom. And I explain the story to her and then realize, huh, my top 10 waitressing comments: "Hopefully she didn't come by to read it the day I posted that...oh God, the feel she is going to get for me is HAG!"