Today, my 84 year old neighbour said to me, “I quite like mushrooms. They have a good outlook on life.” She then admitted she felt a bit silly to have said that and suggested not many people would understand what she meant.
Please reblog for Ann so I can show her how many people appreciate her wholesome perspective on mushies.
Wow! Thank you so much for all your kind validation of Ann and her mushrooms! Ann and I are completely blown away by the response to this post. She doesn’t have a computer, so I printed off a selection of your messages for her to read. Needless to say, she was more than a little surprised.
Ann is doing well and still enjoying her positive mushrooms. I visited her yesterday and we shared a bit of disgruntled pizza. She keeps telling me how amazed she is by all of you. Your messages are now in an envelope which Ann keeps in a special place so she can look at them whenever she likes.
Thanks for helping me show Ann that her unique thoughts and perspectives are valuable and treasured.
because there can be a store like this full of food and people on the same block starving because they don’t have enough pieces of paper to trade for it.
because the people who planted, maintained, harvested, and inspected all that produce are compensated barely enough to sustain themselves
because in order to drive down the prices of bananas, the us government and american fruit corporations destroyed the democratically elected leftist governments of numerous central american countries, placing murderous despots at the head of these “banana republics”.
because the scars of these crimes against humanity still haunt millions to this day.
I work in a grocery store. We are considered one of the better chains for produce quality, and out of the stores of this kind in the local area, we actually have good produce sparing procedures. Despite all of that, we waste 40% (FOURTY) of all the produce we receive. I throw out my own body weight daily in produce. I am not exaggerating or joking. This is capitalism.
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Not to mention, in order to put acceptable produce on shelves tons of it is thrown away before reaching the store. Most produce grows in thousands of varietals that are suppressed to make Supermarket ideals of produce for the public. Generic strains tend to be less healthy than wild versions, corn is a good example. But the idea of plenitude is what capitalism loves to sell. Unless it’s Amazon, then there’s only 2 left, buy it now!
My grandfather doesn’t use the word “calories” when talking about food…he uses the word “value” instead. I was eating fruit for lunch and he said “if you’re going for a run later you need something more valuable”. I sat there for a while just thinking about the way he said that. Change out a negative word with a positive one and you’ll see start seeing positive change.
I can imagine the phrase ‘BUT THEY DON’T FLY, HOW CAN THEY HAVE WINGS?!’ being used at least twice
It was worse
Can you please explain in detail how it was worse
Customer: what kind of chicken do you use for your fried chicken wings?
Me: im unsure of the brand, but i can check
Customer: no, what part of the chicken is it?
Me: im sorry?
Customer: like what is it made out of?
Me: they are chicken wings.
Customer: i dont think you understand my question. Is it chicken thigh, or chicken breast?
Me: it is made with chicken wings.
Customer: okay, you arent hearing me. Chicken is sold in different parts. What oart are you selling?
Me: chicken wings. The dish is fried chicken wings. Are you perhaps asking if they are boneless? They arent. They are actual bone in wings.
Customer: Im asking what *type* of chicken it is. You are making this way more difficult than it has to be.
Me: here, our menu has a picture of the dish. These are the chicken wings available today.
Customer: how can i tell what kind of chicken it is if it is covered in brown crunchies?
Me: brown…crunchies? These are certainly chicken wings. You can see the bone here.
Customer: can i speak to the manager? You dont know what youre talking about.
Me: actually i am acting manager until we get a new hire.
Customer: all i want to know is what kind of chicken you are serving.
Me: fried chicken wings.
This went on for 20 whole minutes. She didnt even order the meal.
This is the most frustrating thing I’ve ever read
what the fuck
dude even as i was reading this i kept looking into the camera like it was the office. idk how you stay calm in situations like these, i don’t have the emotional wherewithal to deal with this level of stupidity.
After reblogging this five hours ago, I finally realize they were asking about the “tenderness type” that meat is sometimes divided into. “Is it tender or tough?” would be the question they were trying to get to.
Yay miscommunication.
No, it turned out that…
She thought the bottoms ones were chicken wings, and the top ones were baby chicken legs, and she wanted me to “confess”.
i went to a party and put 3 whole loaves of sliced bread all around the house i put bread under the kid’s pillow and in all 3 of his bathrooms, in his rugby shorts and the breast pocket of his school shirt, on his roof and his neighbor’s roof, in his couch and on his tv i’m laughing so hard he’s going to wake up hungover tomorrow and be like why the fuck is there bread everywhere
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