My gf has been talking to this guy that bought a billboard in SF so that it wouldn’t be bought by a real AI company and now he just responds to anyone that messages him 😭 his name is Tucker and it took him 3 days to send her back that cat drawing
🚨If you’re in Chicago, please give Urban Turban on Halstead a shot. Genuinely the best Indian food I’ve ever had, and the nicest fucking owner. They’re struggling right now and almost had to close because they’re only getting orders from DoorDash, which is eating their profit🚨
Norway fans are doing a “Viking Row” up the escalator at Boston’s South Station before heading to the World Cup
Adding this to the list of things I’ve never seen before and probably never will again
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.
An ENTIRE FAMILY was BURNED TO DEATH after an IDF air strikes hit a residential apartment west of Gaza City.
The names of the 5 family members:
Manar Ibrahim Labed
Hassan Rabah Labed
Mohammed Hassan Labed
Rafah Hassan Labed
Tamim Hassan Labed
Im at a loss for words at how many times we have seen this happen and the world allows it to happen again and again
What a beautiful thing. TMZ is how these people deserve to get covered. Not with the weepy piety of hill reporters who all have politicians in their profile pictures but sicko, unhinged papparazzi who believe in nothing.