Jan 12, 2017
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So like, for Americans, salad is...lettuce and vegetables and whatever but it doesn’t..go ON anything? It’s a totally separate dish. If you said that you put “salad on a sandwich” we understand because we know a salad is greens + veggies and a sandwich is bread with stuff between but we would say “oh I put lettuce and tomato and cucumber” in my sandwich instead of just like, “salad”
Ahh I see. We just use salad to refer to a mix of vegies (usually including leafy vegies) in any context, lol. Except maybe recipes, where it’d be more specific.
See, I’ve been on the internet and interacting with Yanks for over fifteen years, and I am still learning about you guys EVERY SINGLE DAY.
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mkay so once in like sept 2017 during the. seasons first massive heat wave in the bay area. i was in passenger seat of my mom's car on the way to school, eating a bagel, like u do, and u could just TELL it was gonna be a fuckin scorcher bc it was like 7:30 am and already pushing 76 out, already had the AC on in the car and all that.... and we stop at an intersection. and im just munching down my bagel, just chillin, and I look over at the car next to me. And there is a man. In a prius. And he is wearing a full suit. Obviously headed off to his business job to do business. And he's fucking DESPERATELY eating a frozen Gatorade straight out of the bottle w a goddamn PLASTIC SPOON like he's gonna fuckin DIE if he doesn't consume his frozen electrolyte beverage IMMEDIATELY. Like my jaw just goes slack on a bite of bagel while I watch this man fuckin... horf down on this frozen ass blue Gatorade like it's the only thing stopping the sun from single-handedly incinerating him in the smoggy fire season heat. And then like ships passing in the night... the light changes... and we drive past Gatorade man. Never to meet again. I wonder after him often.
it’s a fucking shit
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