I ordered one pancake in America. The waitress wrote it down and said, "one short stack."
Short. I am a small and humble man. A short stack sounded perfect for me. I waited with a calm heart.
She returned carrying three pancakes, each the size of my face, stacked into a tower, with a block of butter on top sliding down the sides like slow lava.
This was the short one. I did not dare ask what the tall one looked like. Some knowledge a man is not ready for.
I ate for forty minutes. I was not full. I was afraid. The tower did not shrink. I am fairly sure it was growing back faster than I could eat it.
I had to surrender. I left half. In Japan, leaving food is a deep shame. So I leaned in close and apologized to the pancakes directly, in a low voice, one by one.
The waitress asked if I wanted a box. I did not know food could be taken into custody. I declined. I did not want it following me home.
In America, is the short stack truly the small one?
I need time to prepare my spirit before I ever face the tall one.
@ancomCatgiri@pura_mura5565@ObtainerOf "B-but aluminum is bad for my skin! "
There are ten billion non-aluminum deodorants. All the people around you dislike how you smell and are too polite to say anything.
He’s typing in a search bar, quick show him the search option he’s looking for.
Perfect. He typed the next letter that is also the next letter in the option we just showed him so take that option away and show him an option that doesn’t match at all
@Devon_Eriksen_ "Defending ourselves and our property is not just a right, it's a moral obligation" There are some men who have been imprisoned for fulfilling this moral obligation.
Their heroic efforts will cause criminals to live in fear, even though they sacrificed their own freedom for it.
@_lovebug3jp I understand this feeling! I always feel like I need to defend myself "I brought this from home! Really!" even though the bolt is old and rusty.