If you think zoomers (non-mentally ill ones) wouldn't harden up immediately under these circumstances then you have never been around gwot guys at all.
Discourse on this is insane. The boomer should not have survived this encounter and the idea that people are defending him because the zoomer talked shit is completely absurd.
I've never seen anything this crazy personally but there are a ton of boomers who think they own the water off their lake front property which is insane. I've experienced hissy fits but nothing this insane.
USA. Summer. It is 95 degrees outside, and I am shivering inside a sandwich shop.
I have discovered how Americans forge strong souls.
Outside, the sun is trying to kill everyone. Inside this small restaurant, it is winter. My breath does not fog, but it is thinking about it. A man near me is eating a cold sandwich while wearing a jacket. In summer. Indoors.
In Japan we would simply turn it down. Americans do not turn it down. And now I understand them better than they understand themselves.
This cold is not an accident. This cold is a gift.
The owner has built, inside his shop, a second season. He invites you in from the brutal heat and hands you the one thing the sun has denied you all day: a reason to be cold. To endure it is to be tempered. You walk in soft and sweating. You walk out sharp and clear, a slightly stronger person than you were.
So I did not complain. I removed my outer layer and offered it to the woman at the next table, who was hugging herself. She said, "Oh, no, I'm fine, thank you." She was not fine. Her lips were blue. But she, too, understood the training. She would not break first. I respected her deeply.
The owner asked if everything was okay.
"It is perfect," I said, through my teeth, which were chattering. "Thank you for the winter."
He said, "...I can turn the AC down if you want?"
I told him no. A man does not ask the mountain to be shorter.
I stayed two hours. I ordered a hot coffee to survive. Then a second one, to hold. By the end I could no longer feel my hands, but my spirit had never been clearer.
So now, on the hottest days, I seek out the coldest rooms. I sit. I shiver. I sharpen.
And when I finally step back out into the summer heat, and it wraps around me like a warm bath, I feel it.
Reborn.
A man who has survived the winter, in August, indoors, for the price of a sandwich.
@Dbone_32@UsingLyft It is unbelievable because it’s not true. 2.6% of doctors might be black. 2.6% of blacks are not doctors. These are different things. Blacks are heavily underrepresented as doctors despite affirmative action, and your inability to understand this difference makes it obvious why.
“Eat slave gruel for your entire working life and you might be able to afford a trailer in a nice town.”
You are begging to have your assets redistributed.
Loaf of bread = $5
Peanut butter = $4
Jelly = $4
18 pack of chips = $12
Bag of apples = $5
Total = $30
And you'll have lunch for an entire week or two. $2-4 average per day.
Inflation isn't the problem. Your spending habits are.