USA. A Mexican restaurant. We had not yet ordered anything, and the food was already arriving.
Chips. Salsa. Unrequested. Free.
I stopped the waiter. "We have not earned these."
"They just come with the table, man."
They come with the TABLE. In my land, hospitality is a debt. Every gift creates an obligation, weighed carefully, returned in the proper season with interest of feeling. Here, the gift arrives before you have even proven you can pay for dinner.
This is not an appetizer. This is a declaration: we trust you. Eat.
I ate with the gravity the moment deserved. And then — I must report this calmly — the basket emptied, and a new one appeared.
"Did we…?"
"Refill," the waiter said. "It's bottomless."
Bottomless. They have wells of salsa. The supply lines of this nation are beyond anything my ancestors imagined.
My friend warned me. "Don't fill up on chips, dude."
Too late. I had accepted three baskets. Honor demanded each one be finished — an unfinished gift is an insult. By the time my actual food arrived, I was a ruined man.
I was not hungry. I was not comfortable. I had been defeated by a courtesy.
Generosity that arrives before the request cannot be repaid. It can only be survived.
I know the rule now. I have made my peace with the basket. One basket. Two at the most.
Who am I deceiving. There is no number of baskets I would refuse. The trust of a nation is in that salsa, and I intend to honor all of it.
Will Vest is THE role model to study for any late-blooming, undersized pitchers out there.
He was the runt on his high school team, and at 15, the last player that anyone thought would be a future big leaguer.
He has put himself on the map over the last couple of seasons, and I've been lucky enough to have a front row seat for the last 5.
When I first heard the name, he was a AAA pitcher looking to crack his way into the show.
Here's a deeper look at some of the changes Will has made to become one of the premier relievers in baseball.
Waymo electric vehicles in Austin Texas caught all be charged by huge diesel powered generators
This completely defeats the purpose of these electric vehicles being “green” and environmentally friendly”
Amazing
Dear Chuck Schumer,
Hi. Black dude here. I can trace my family ancestry to slavery. I even know where they were slaves. My mom experienced Jim Crow. I think I’ve watched every episode of “Eyes On the Prize” when I was younger.
With that said…
Can you directly explain to me how the SAVE Act is “Jim Crow 2.0?” Literally every black person I know has ID. Literally every black person I know has a car or at least a ride. Literally every black person I know knows how to vote (well… except the ones with felonies… but they don’t count).
With your advanced white liberal thinking, you must know more than me. Apparently, as I experience daily on this app, white liberals are experts on being black; even more so than actual black folks. Perhaps you could explain it like I’m five. I’d look it up on the internet, but Kathy Hochul has already told me I don’t know what a computer is and Joe Biden said I can’t navigate it, anyway.
Looking forward to your answer.
No hugs.
Zeek
Last year, Bill Nye the Science Guy said the best way to stop hurricanes was to vote for Kamala Harris.
This year, the United States marked its first hurricane-free September in a decade.
Moral of the story? Stop listening to climate alarmists.
Woke up thinking about that perfectly executed Dodgers wheel play.
From high school to pro ball you work on that play COUNTLESS times and MAYBE… MAYBE.. put that play on once a year.
The Dodgers ran it to PERFECTION last night.
It was beautiful.
MLB should really have a second broadcast option where you can watch the game with the local crew on the call. It's absurd that fans go through an entire season with the local folks then are saddled with a national crew with zero insight on the teams they're calling.