So, I was at Taco Bell for lunch (because nothing is more American than mystery meat and cheese in a flour tortilla). I waited patiently in line, using my time productively by deciding how I wanted my tortilla folded, and when it was my turn to order, I stepped up to the register.
The cashier did not greet me—strike one.
Unphased, I said, “Uh, yes, I would like a number three—soft tacos—with a Pepsi, please.” (Whenever I order, I always make sure to specify all the choices so the waiter doesn’t have to ask a bunch of questions. It lets them know that I appreciate blue-collar Americans and shortens the wait time for other diners.)
The cashier punched in my order, still saying nothing—strike two. Continue reading Take it from Snee: Speak English or go home!
… ‘Cause a Pope Ben party don’t stop!
When it comes to the War on Animals, some countries just get it. Japan by no uncertain terms is one of those countries. Species traitor organizations like Greenpeace have complained the country is not honoring an international whaling ban treaty. Japan, hiding a harpoon behind its back, says it has no idea what the hippies are talking about.