I know confidence is a good thing to have. It's an essential ingredient in Getting Things Done (although it sometimes seems as if most of the Things that Get Done have questionable results.) Trouble is, it's also an essential ingredient in Coming Off As An Asshole. I'm not kidding, nothing spoils Starbucks as much as the squads of droit-du-seigneurish lords of commerce who burst in, dazzling us with their white shirts and themselves with their business-as-combat metaphorical speech, pitched a decibel or two higher than that of the hoi polloi, and punctuated with the hearty laughter that signals the rich bonhomie of the portable gated community in which they travel. When, oh when, are they going to invent the Personal Death Ray? Nasty caricaturing is such a feeble weapon.