@Felipe_Elizondo@FaithOverFear47@SarahisCensored no, this person would not have. at no point did the caller say they were talking to any of the first responders. nor in the audio did they mention seeing anyone on the scene. only hearing sirens
@TomFahyNo1@ZSickmind@PeteFiutak i don’t think anyone likes the term “world champion,” probably due to this discussion. other countries best athletes, for the most part, all come to america to compete. the only league winner i know i refer to as a “world,” champion is the MLB because it’s called the World Series
@TomFahyNo1@PeteFiutak i definitely understand your sentiment, other countries around the world that have these professional leagues, their best players leave to come to our leagues.. the NBA does have a Canadian team!
@TomFahyNo1@PeteFiutak only one sport has a “world series,” but the name world champions comes because these leagues are by far the best in the world. no other country has a professional baseball league that can hang, basketball league, or american football
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.