2jakes
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Down south, they are called "Doritos".
Down south, they are called "Doritos".
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The hard shell taco was invented by Glen Bell, founder of Taco Bell and Doritos was invented at Disneyland in the theme park's then Casa de Fritos restaurant. Nachos first made their debut at the 1964 Texas State Fair.
That's about as Mexican as a New England Scotch-Irish can get.
The hard shell taco was invented by Glen Bell, founder of Taco Bell and Doritos was invented at Disneyland in the theme park's then Casa de Fritos restaurant. Nachos first made their debut at the 1964 Texas State Fair.
Trivial...but it didn't tick me off, just caught me off guard. I was walking from the truck to the job this morning and an older gent, I'd guess well into his 70s, maybe even his 80s, was standing waiting to cross the street up ahead of me. The light changed and he continued to stand there. As I approached and passed him, I realized he was totally engrossed in his smartphone and unaware the light had even changed. I'm used to seeing this with younger folks, and even people my age, but I don't think I've ever seen anyone that much my senior even talking on one, much less standing there texting away, oblivious to the world around them. Good for him for rolling with the times.
Makes sense. I'd say, "who's service animal isn't the issue, but the fact that it's legal and well trained is."Here's one: when people ask about my coworker's service dog. I just tell them it's an employee's service dog and then they want to know who. How about It's none of your business? Maybe he doesn't want to broadcast his medical information to the world.
In all fairness, I have seen pets in restuarants before, owned by workers. It isn't common and probably not legal, but I have seen it more than once.Also, people think it's someone's pet. What business where food is sold allows pets?? Of course it's a service animal.
2jakes, can't stand that. I will and have broken a window.
So trivial, yet I gotta ask....
Crispy tacos:
Certain foods are very difficult to use a knife,fork or spoon for that matter.
My question:
How many of you are able to hold this in your hands after the first bite ?
My compliments if you can ! :eusa_clap
What gets me is when the dog owner is standing there arguing and arguing with the bank teller about something stupid and pointless, and the dog is sitting there on the floor looking absolutely miserable. You look into his eyes and you see HELP ME RELEASE ME AT ONCE TAKE ME OUTSIDE BANK SUX LOOK A SQUIRREL OUTSIDE. And meanwhile owner yammers and yammers on and on about line 47 on her April statement and the dog gets more and more miserable.
Part of it, I think, is the sad insistence by people who live in small city apartments that a dog bred for farm or other outdoor life will be "perfectly happy living in town". It's selfishness on the part of the person and it's cruel to the dog to force him to live in an unnatural environment. No border collie worth her salt ever had any interest in hanging around a bank.
Friends from other lands took some time to adjust to the place dogs hold in modern American culture. Dogs in the house! Dogs on laps! Dogs licking faces!
Our attitudes toward dogs have changed more than a little in my lifetime. Used to be that people routinely let their dogs run loose. Not anymore. Used to be that you could pretty well count on stepping in dog poop from time to time. Not anymore. Used to be that kids would station themselves at supermarket entrances on Saturday mornings with boxes full of free puppies. Not anymore. Used to be that a dead dog alongside the road was a frequent sight. Not anymore.
I favor most of these changes, although I occasionally find myself thinking that a typical American dog leads a more comfortable existence than much of humanity. Better nutrition, better health care, more comfortable housing.
But to your point, all the good food and health care and comfortable digs hardly makes up for leaving a dog who lives to run cooped up in a ninth-floor apartment all day.
What gets me is when the dog owner is standing there arguing and arguing with the bank teller about something stupid and pointless, and the dog is sitting there on the floor looking absolutely miserable. You look into his eyes and you see HELP ME RELEASE ME AT ONCE TAKE ME OUTSIDE BANK SUX LOOK A SQUIRREL OUTSIDE. And meanwhile owner yammers and yammers on and on about line 47 on her April statement and the dog gets more and more miserable.
Part of it, I think, is the sad insistence by people who live in small city apartments that a dog bred for farm or other outdoor life will be "perfectly happy living in town". It's selfishness on the part of the person and it's cruel to the dog to force him to live in an unnatural environment. No border collie worth her salt ever had any interest in hanging around a bank.