Oh? The greatest credible threat to the world? Not saying that dropping two nukes on the country that invaded and raped or killed uncountable numbers of people is heroic, but without us and the lend lease, Europe was fucking done for.
Also, none of us say arse.
Thirdly, we fucking did save your ass in ww2. Also in ww1. I'm literally never the ugly American in public, I've had Turkish taxi drivers in German ask me why I want to go to the American army base because I'm so not that person.
When my wife and I got together, she made double what I did. It didn't necessarily make me feel guilty or bad, but I definitely felt the need to contribute. So, I took over food. I meal plan, do groceries, cook and clean up for essentially 100% of meals. On a rare occasion she'll want a meal on the weekends that I don't care for and she will buy and cook the meal. I also do 100% of the maintenance outside the house.
In general, she takes care of the big bills and I get the little ones, plus all the manual labor.
I had a wooden one car garage I wanted gone. Posted it on marketplace, 81 people contacted me about it. About 10 showed up to look at it, said they'd take it, then ghosted me. One woman, a meth head, actually came back to start working on it, and all she had was a hammer, small pry bar, and a small hatchback. She would come late at night and work by cell phone flash light. I told her to stop coming.
One afternoon, the wife and I went to a movie. As we were leaving, I checked my phone and a guy named Jay inquired and made an additional comment. So, my best friend's name is Jay, and the profile photo was of two boys in baseball uniforms. And my best friend had two boys in baseball at the time, also my best friend would also find my posted items and ask if they were available and have some additional funny comment. Before my brain had time to analyze the situation, I fired off a quick "yeah it is, come and get it daddy." and quickly put my phone away. Then I freaked out because the boys in his photo looked nothing like my buddy's kids, and I looked at the profile and sure as fuck it wasn't him.
I panicked. I was going to delete the message, but then realized it probably wouldn't delete on their end. So I just fessed up and told him how I had made the mistake and I apologized. Guy was very understanding and said he'd be there tomorrow to get the garage.
He "got into an accident" and couldnt come get it. Never heard from him again.
I moved from the Midwest to the east coast after college. I found that the city I was living in didn't like people that weren't originally from there. The only friends I made were other people who didn't grow up there. And some of them were from like 45 minutes away, and they were still not wanted. I was never happier to move back to the Midwest.
So, maybe where you live just isn't receptive to newcomers?
Bartenders will generally split off a certain percentage of their tips with bar backs and bouncers. Just as waiters will split off some of their take with the kitchen.
Do you think 6500 is a low number? It's not like each food desert affects only one person each. More likely than not, each is affecting more than a thousand people. Especially in a population dense area like Chicago. We are talking millions of people living in food deserts.
Also, after reading a bunch of your comments, I'm not sure you are fully aware of what a food desert is. But hey, that's Capitalism.
I was bouncing at a bar in college when Lady Gaga was first getting huge, and we had a touchtunes that would play two songs for a dollar. So, sorority girls would come in put a dollar in, and play one lady gaga song and one other popular song at the time. It seemed like every third or fourth song was lady gaga. Being a sober person amongst drunk people playing the same songs all night long was getting on my nerves.
Lucky for me, there was a bar top game machine that also had touch tunes worked into the system. And, even luckier for me, I could play next for a dollar instead of the usual two dollars.
Every time lady gaga played, I'd put a dollar into the bar top console and I'd play next Hall & Oates "Rich Girl". Yes, I'd probably lose money most of my tip out doing this, but it was worth it for me.
Took a couple nights for my manager to catch on, and he got a kick out of it. And it went on like this for a month or so until he got annoyed with it and told me to knock it off. Which I mostly did, but I'd still do it a couple times a night.
The best part for me was some sorority girl who asked her group of friends when my song came on, "what's with this song playing all the time?"
Oh? The greatest credible threat to the world? Not saying that dropping two nukes on the country that invaded and raped or killed uncountable numbers of people is heroic, but without us and the lend lease, Europe was fucking done for.
Also, none of us say arse.
Thirdly, we fucking did save your ass in ww2. Also in ww1. I'm literally never the ugly American in public, I've had Turkish taxi drivers in German ask me why I want to go to the American army base because I'm so not that person.
But give credit where it's due.