@Beer_thirdy@Softykjr Me: he doesn’t live here
You: he doesn’t live there but worked there!
Me: I know. I said he doesn’t live here
You: I never said he lived there!
Just feeble minded. Get back to picking orders champ.
As someone who works with transgenic mouse models for cancer research, this is objectively one of the funniest things I’ve seen a real life politician post
@ClueHaywood_6@SeahawksForever It’s not even old. 90% of the old stadium was torn down and completely remodeled. It’s essentially only a 13 year old stadium. And it’s a great place for games. Far better than Seahawks Stadium.
@vinniedeltaco@SeahawksForever Have you been there since 2013? It got almost completely torn down and remodeled. The only thing that exists from the old stadium is the north side upper deck and those were built in 1987.
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.