I’m good at picturing myself in outfits.
I’m good at bullying doctors into giving me the prescription I want.
I’m good at bragging about staying a comfortable 5 years behind the curve when it comes to societal crazes.
I am good at finding innovative and annoying places to hang towels to dry when I’m a guest.
I’m good at knowing which places have the choice Chobani flavors.
I am good at predicting which of my friends will, the next time I see them, announce that they’re on some version of the Paleo diet.
I’m good at jumping into the Oscar debate whether I’ve seen the movies or not.
I’m good at making puppets get down and dirty.
I’m good at getting most of my green vegetable requirements through scallions.
I am good at chugging the rest of my drink when my friends suddenly want to leave the bar.
I’m good at guessing if people really suffer from celiac disease or are just on the anti-gluten bandwagon.
I am good at proper wine storage.
I’m good at worrying like I’m your mom.
I’m good at keeping emergency supplies in my office drawer (deodorant, spare shirt, booze).
I’m good at arranging Hanukkah candle colors.