@GoneViral_X Los mexicanos somos amigables y hospitalarios!... Asta que no lo somos... Pregúntele a los cubanos, venezolano lo que pasa cuando no quieres ser amigable
INCREÍBLE PERO REAL: UN COREANO YA ESTÁ VIVIENDO LA EXPERIENCIA DE ESTAR EN MÉXICO 🇲🇽🇰🇷🔥
Extranjeros ya empezaron a llegar a México con motivo del mundial y empezaron a vivir la experiencia, el caso de un coreano que vio desde la azotea una discusión de un trío amoroso donde amigas se metían y hubo *nsul*t0$ y 👊
El coreano no podía comprender en absoluto lo que pasaba, pero sí mostró su cara de asombro porque nunca vio semejante show en su país y gratis
I went to a American Drive-Thru for the first time.
A small box on a pole spoke to me.
No face. No body. Just a voice — calm, clear, asking what I wanted.
I froze.
In my village, only a shrine speaks without a body.
This was, without question, a road deity.
I stepped out of the car.
I knelt on the asphalt.
I pressed my palms together and waited.
The voice asked again.
I said: "I am not worthy. But if it pleases you — a Number 2."
Silence.
Then a different voice, louder, said something fast. I caught the word "ma'am."
I assumed this was an honorific.
I bowed deeper.
A car behind me honked.
I assumed this was a ritual horn, announcing the deity's presence to the street.
I honked back, in solidarity.
More horns.
This is a very loud religion, I thought.
Eventually a human leaned out of a window ahead and waved me forward.
I approached with my head low.
He handed me a paper bag.
An offering.
I accepted it with both hands and said "I am in your debt" very seriously.
He closed the window very quickly.
I drove away.
The Number 2 was excellent.
I have been back six times to pay respects.
Is this normal? What is the correct protocol for the drive-through deity? Please advise.