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…told to me by a (short-haired) (German-accented) (older) (white) woman who I met near the “take one, leave one” jigsaw puzzle exchange table in the foyer of the local public library:
Jigsaw puzzles make great gifts for the (Amish) since they can do them recreationally and they enjoy them but they also don’t have easy access to buying them, plus if they get one with missing pieces, many carve small pieces of wood and color them in to fill in those missing gaps.
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1) I've discovered that if you chop up the cabbage and leave it in the jar overnight before submerging it, you get to major bubbles a lot more quickly, since it gives the microorganisms a head-start in growth.
2) With my typical summer breakfast of raw avocado on whole-grain toast with raw onion and a side of sliced tomato and a boiled cob of corn and a small little heap of sauerkraut, oftentimes I lick the plate afterwards, to get the last of the juice from the sauerkraut and sliced tomato. Twice, now, though, I wasn't careful enough when I did that, and it spilled down the front of my grey wife-beater that I wear when I wake up in the mornings, and I had to go change tops and put that in the laundry, lest I walk around my cottage all day smelling like home-fermented sauerkraut.
...at the one (Thai) restaurant where I work now, since every year they come in at the same time from multiple states for some tai chi event that takes place over a long weekend, and many end up coming to our restaurant several times during that time period:
"This tai chi course sure is an economic stimulus package, for the Thai restaurants of [name of the town where I am]!"
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A few weeks ago when I was returning from the university library and had stopped through a tasty campus pizza place for a specialty slice, there's a (fattish) (sloppily bearded) (South Asian-American) guy ahead of me in line, and as he picks out 4 slices to go, he chooses the last BBQ meats one, and that was the very one that I had seen before but never tried but was now in the mood for today.
So, as I get up to the counter, I ask the (chunky) (affable) (face-pierced) (black) countergirl if they have any more slices of the BBQ meats specialty pizza variety, and she turns around towards a rack of full new pizzas and checks for me and then turns back and says no, and then that other customer who had bought the very last slice butts in and says that I can have it, and he'll get something else!
Just very nice of him and totally not necessary, though of course I said yes!
I thanked him then, and again on the way out, too, telling him the last time that that was very unexpected and just a very nice thing to do for another person.
He also bought some empanadas out of the empanada warmer by the cash register, so I asked him for recommendations, since I've been trying to try those lately.
He strongly recommended the sriracha chicken kind, which are his girlfriend's favorite, he said.
Some indie (Chinese) director should whip up a satire lampooning boorish, nouveau riche international students from (China).
Like, if someone (China)-external did that, it would probably come off as xenphobic.
But, if someone culture-internal did it, you'd avoid that whole mess, and plus the references and humor would probably be deeper and better and much much more delicious.
That whole scene really is ripe for a send-up.
It's "a thing."
1) When my mother is helping my father complete a survey at the doctor's office and she's asking him if in the past week he's felt unable to sleep, depressed, angry, etc., she gets to "anxious," and at that one he's like, "Only whenever I'm being interrogated."
2) Since she had been wanting to know how my vacation was going, I text my one (chubby) (Thai) coworker a picture of me having lunch with my parents on a restaurant patio -- she's met them before, when they've visited me -- and she texts back right away and wants to know how they're doing.
So, I ask them, and my mom is like, "Ready to send him back!", and my dad is like, "Gooder."
In their pantry cupboard, all of their cereal boxes that they're currently eating out of have the top cardboard flaps of the box torn off, and you can see sticking out of the top this bright blue clothespin, with which they keep closed the plastic cereal-sack stuck inside of it.
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