Xena’s Mom could have fixed the posture problem in one week. When we were growing up, Mom would prowl around us at the dinner table with a fork in her hand, and if one of us slouched, she’d run the fork tines down our spine.
OUCH.
And that, kids, is why I have impeccable posture. It only took two forkings (and the realization that if a woman stands with shoulders back, her chest looks bigger).
Getting “forked” would certainly get my attention. ;-)