Red Mosquito

tree_ wrote:

BurtReynolds wrote:I find strangers calling me by my name to be off-putting tbh.

Same. It's even worse when they call you like, Honey, or Darlin'. I don't care if it's the South. Just stop it.

tree_ wrote:

Chris_H_2 wrote:

tree_ wrote:

Chris_H_2 wrote:

tree_ wrote:But if you recognize them as human beings you'd be more inclined to tip them before leaving

What’s the average percent you tip (if anything)?

I don't ever tip, because I don't get a say in the matter. Raz handles it every time. She usually tips something ridiculous even if it's subpar service.

You’ve never gone to a restaurant without her?

Not in the last say... 10 years. I don't remember what I did before that. Probably a small tip. Fucking hate eating out.

Chris_H_2 wrote:

tree_ wrote:

Chris_H_2 wrote:

tree_ wrote:

Chris_H_2 wrote:

tree_ wrote:But if you recognize them as human beings you'd be more inclined to tip them before leaving

What’s the average percent you tip (if anything)?

I don't ever tip, because I don't get a say in the matter. Raz handles it every time. She usually tips something ridiculous even if it's subpar service.

You’ve never gone to a restaurant without her?

Not in the last say... 10 years. I don't remember what I did before that. Probably a small tip. Fucking hate eating out.

i'm troubled by your dependency issues tree

tree_ wrote:

Chris_H_2 wrote:

tree_ wrote:

Chris_H_2 wrote:

tree_ wrote:

Chris_H_2 wrote:

tree_ wrote:But if you recognize them as human beings you'd be more inclined to tip them before leaving

What’s the average percent you tip (if anything)?

I don't ever tip, because I don't get a say in the matter. Raz handles it every time. She usually tips something ridiculous even if it's subpar service.

You’ve never gone to a restaurant without her?

Not in the last say... 10 years. I don't remember what I did before that. Probably a small tip. Fucking hate eating out.

i'm troubled by your dependency issues tree

It's not dependency. I only eat out because she wants to. If it weren't for her, I'd never eat out. Get it?

tree_ wrote:I only eat out because she wants to. If it weren't for her, I'd never eat out.

tree_ wrote:It's not that I need her in order to eat out, it's that she loves eating out and doesn't want to go alone, especially if we're out together.

Ello Sailor wrote:Ya gotta munch the box, Tree. Or is Raz's shit nasty?

tree_ wrote:

Ello Sailor wrote:Ya gotta munch the box, Tree. Or is Raz's shit nasty?

Just not my thing. Call me old fashioned, but it seems superfluous; unnecessary and inconvenient. What am I, an animal?

tommy wrote:

tree_ wrote:

Ello Sailor wrote:Ya gotta munch the box, Tree. Or is Raz's shit nasty?

Just not my thing. Call me old fashioned, but it seems superfluous; unnecessary and inconvenient. What am I, an animal?

Yes. All humans are animals.

Chris_H_2 wrote:have you and the raz talked about this tree? are you comfortable with her unfulfilled needs?

Carl Sandburg wrote:There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

tree_ wrote:

Chris_H_2 wrote:have you and the raz talked about this tree? are you comfortable with her unfulfilled needs?

She’s fine. Keep her name out your mouth!

tree_ wrote:Y’all have no right to judge me, but I have a right to judge you.