If I had received this text, I would consider myself lucky
Bullet: dodged
Carbs: acquired
All hail the bread.
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Fuck bitches, eat bread
OP after never talking to this person again:
Okay
Didn’t expect that ending.
“Everybody knows […]” means my parent(s) had some weird or strict rules and life lessons that I had hounded into me which I internalized into my very being and never questioned, and now I have unspoken and often unrealistic expectations of people and the world that no one has absolutely any reason to know about.
This should be the reply.
Nah it should be “bye”
¿Por qué no los dos?
Guess they love cold bread!
Genuinely, I believe this originates from their family preventing them from filling up on bread at restaurants.
I remember meeting someone in high school that was confused that everyone was eating and drinking in the same meal. Because in their house and extremely limited world view, you EAT. Then you leave the table and go DRINK.
Families really mess some people up with their made up rules. Meet a girl that was raised that you can’t talk at the dinner table. She thought it was normal to sit down, eat an entire meal, and then get up in dead silence.
I think you’re right. I guess they had parents who were big on setting rules, but not on justifying them.
I’m pretty sure my parents throttled my bread intake at restaurants when I was very young for the reason you state, but they accompanied their directive with a “don’t fill up before you get your main course” justification. So I didn’t assimilate it as a rule of etiquette, and instead understood the underlying logic.
Ehh … It’s more likely etiquette to not descend on the rolls like a starving Labrador retriever. Much of manners is about self restraint and making oneself ‘small’. The idea is that you wait a minute or two, so it’s not like being at the Chinese food buffet when a fresh load of sweet and sour pork comes out. Everyone piling in for the rolls is undignified. It’s related to the idea that even if you really want that last roll, you ask if anyone else would like it before snatching it for yourself.
… but judging someone for grabbing one when they come out? Pretty prissy.
If rent is more than 10% of my income, I AM a starving Labrador.
That is a red flag text.
One person’s red flags are another person’s dodged bullets.
Its called a stupid excuse.
“After seeing you enjoy good food as it was intended, I don’t think I want to continue this. Everyone knows food must only be eaten after you upload pictures of it to Instagram and get a certain number of interactions.”
Yeah, wait for the bread to stop being warm and fresh before you eat.
I thought it was five seconds. Five minutes maybe for the last roll if you’ve had two or three already. I can’t stand it when everyone is so damn polite not wanting to take the last one of a shared food item to the point of allowing it to go to waste. Give it a fair pause but then take that last roll or cookie or whatever if you want it.
I give everyone an easy out in that situation, because the people I eat with just look at me by default to take the last one. It did take a while of me saying, “Well if no one else wants it, I’ll take it,” to get to that point.
I mean I prefer to have a roll while they’re still warm.
Dodged a bullet, etc., but still, why? What’s the thinking here as to why you should wait to start eating the bread?
To signal wealth
Only the poors enjoy bread enough to reach for it immediately.
That wasn’t the real reason.
Also, hot bread is fantastic.
I’m guessing in this case the real reason is self-sabotage.
Massaged the butter into the bread with his bare hands without breaking eye contact. At least blink so they don’t think you’re a threat.
‘you have shit on your head’
‘it’s chocolate!’
‘oh thank fuck’
‘can I come in now’
‘no’
Nice, dodged a bullet
I’d reply with ‘I don’t like people who can’t use capital letters anyway’ since we’re going with unimportant things.
no capital letters is OK, but you gotta capitalize “I”. Otherwise you’re lookin at someone who’s gonna read you their bad poetry at some point.
She’s confusing the rule about eating food dropped on the floor. SMH. 😔
That’s outside floor, inside is 5 hours.
I once worked as a dishy in a not too fancy restaurant. One busy night we were all out of ladles. They were just gone. The head chef noticed one lying on the dirty floor under the sink that had dropped there God knows when. He announced: ‘Six months rule!’ and just plonked it directly into the soup.
I laughed for a goddamn week.
