We are a nation divided. We turn everything into a screaming, spitting, knock out, drag-down, roid-rage, teeth-baring battle when it comes to the topics of war, religion, the president, abortion rights and on and on, there is always this side and that side, clearly split, divisive, unmovable.
And then there’s my side. Of fries.
I went on a date. I ordered fries and a salad. He said to the server, “Does the club sandwich come with fries?” The waiter said yes. He ordered the club. Then he CANCELED MY FRIES.
This is the Thread I posted on Thursday night. As of now it has 4.2k replies and 7k likes. I’m always amused by the polarity of something so seemingly benign. It’s not benign though, because it’s not about the fries. (Is it ever?) And as you can imagine, the people are out for blood. Or maybe ketchup, in this case. Me, I like a swirl of creamy aioli in addition to the tang of ketchup, but if they don’t have it I’ll settle for mayonnaise. I’m chill. I’m easy going. Don’t cancel my food o…
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