Maui Mau

[The Sopranos Guy™ @uncle_june]

Turkey beat USA in the World Cup, T'. They're saying it's payback for their people, what with all the Thanksgiving dinners and shit.

[Vane¹¹ ⁸¹ @xhoaxjonas]

Estos últimos días cada que aparece un video de un wey haciendo la pendejada más grande que hayas visto trae la playera de la selección mexicana, no falla. Somos un país de nye me encanta

[Wilson F. Ball🇺🇸🇩🇪🇳🇱🇦🇷 @WillyFoosball]

Bosnia?

[Barstool Sports @barstoolsports]

This is what 800,000 people celebrating a soccer victory looks like

What a showing from Mexico

[Hater Central @TheHateCentral]

Waited 2 hours for this game to restart and I know Dembele is about to score to ruin my comp

[Massimo @Rainmaker1973]

A 4K remaster of the 1978 FIFA World Cup Final between Argentina and Netherlands, widely regarded as one of the most violent World Cup finals in history.

[Dua Madridista 🪩 @DuaMadridista]

Diego Armando Maradona si hubiera existido la pausa de hidratacion en el mundial de México 86.

[Not Jerome Powell @alifarhat79]

Never deleting this app

[Adika @Adikastakes]

I just realized that I’ve wasted my whole life on the side of twitter that speaks English 😭

[Roberto Haz @tudimebeto]

Los mexicanos hicieron un puente de vasos de cerveza para aventar personas por arriba y que los atrapen del otro lado JAJAJAJAJA me encanta que seamos tan nacos

[Guillaume Huin @HuinGuillaume]

Netflix gotta put all their writers on a K-Drama set in Mexico. Emily in Paris was nice but we need Ji-Young in Mexico City now.

[monkey d lesbian 🇨🇴 @hualianphd]

i'm fuckign cryinggggg

[Barstool Sports @barstoolsports]

Mexico is running cone Oklahomas after their World Cup wins

[🇲🇽 México Mágico ✨ @MexicoMagico]

🇯🇵 Los japoneses ya son más mexicanos que nosotros mismos 🇲🇽

[Wiso Vazquez 🇲🇽 @WisoVazquez]

Someone said this is Mexico at the World Cup. 💀

[Barstool Sports @barstoolsports]

Japan fans might never want to leave Texas after this World Cup

[NOBUNAGA🇯🇵🏯_夏樹蒼依 @japan_nobunaga]

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.