I just heard a woman on the streets of Hollywood openly say on a public sidewalk “casting is more important than writing”. I stopped, I walked up to her, and I said “that is the most insane thing I have ever heard in my life” and laughed as hard as I could in her face.
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.
“His follow through was such a mess. That shot? Bro. His form is shit. Mannnn ballers these days are NOTHING compared to what we had growing up. Half these kids can’t even hit a free throw, bro”
I’ve opened this hellscape app just to tell you I’m at the airport at some shitty bar and next to me there is a literal romcom meetcute happening. Two middle aged randos are currently falling in love over fantasy football and beer. Just a guess: they’re also both from midwest.
During the early 1960s, a chimpanzee named Lucy was raised as if she were a human daughter by a psychotherapist and his wife
She ate food using cutlery, wore clothes, enjoyed magazines, enjoyed drinking gin, could sign 250 words, and tried to masturbate with a vacuum cleaner
So they cut all the trees so the protesters are in the deadly heat, realize they could get sued HARD, then put up these shitty canopies? These won’t do shit compared to what the trees were providing smh @nbc