It was never a real ad. It’s a pre-internet fax and photocopy meme redone for the web around 2014-ish.

https://www.snopes.com/fact-check/wd40-ad/

This motherfucker is bringing back god damn sumptuary laws?!?! Is this god damn 14th century London?

Squid actually posted something about this on !science@lemmy.world a week or so ago. If I didn’t quite fall down the rabbit hole of cetacean evolution, I at least tripped over it.

So long, and thanks for all the nugs.

And what, pray-tell, is your description of our little stellate amuse-bouche there?

So with a soda fountain or similar soft-drink dispenser at most fast-food or fast-casual restaurants int he US, asking for light ice or no ice will still get you a full cup. That said, the general understanding here has always been (don’t know if it’s strictly true across time and space) that the cups cost more than the drink, and even if the particular place is not offering free refills or you’re ordering to-go, that’s a pretty normal expectation so being stingy with the Coke would reflect poorly on the restaurant beyond the value of saving a little bit of syrup and CO2.

Dunkin’ is definitely a massive fast-food chain, but a latte beverage, even iced, is kinda pushing the boundary of even what most Americans would expect with generous pours. OP might have reasonably hoped to get a full cup, but IMHO they shouldn’t be disgruntled that they didn’t get it.

Until the fuckers added another 2m/6ft to the walk by putting in the trashcan…

If they have a machine, you’re getting exactly the full amount of coffee you paid for; you’re just not getting more by removing a filler that they normally include, and that some people like. Now, I’m not saying there’s anything morally wrong with gaming the menu at a giant chain if it can be done without fucking over the staff, or that it wouldn’t be shitty if Dunkin’ has done some sneaky shrinkflation, but there is a certain mechanical clarity here that I can’t get too riled up about.

The video posted elsewhere in this thread shows a clay tablet containing an expanded ruleset from the Hellenistic period that allows the basic rules to be intuited with more confidence.

I’ve allayed liked that the idea that if you say no to a suggestion in this situation, it is now your turn to suggest something.

It was just a tiny mixup. It’s a “two-bed room”.

I can also appreciate that he cut right to the chase.

Fair. She would never. She’s not that guy.

But I am that guy, and I have a favorite ethereal new-agey soprano. 😂

Don’t forget Angel From Montgomery. John Prine sure didn’t sound like Emmylou, but he somehow wrote just as poignant a song about being a woman, even if its tragedy was smaller.

I have done this, except legitimately, for my wife. She texted me in advance, because Chipotle is Chipotle. People know what they want when they play the “initially fresh ingredients, maintained and prepared by teenagers” salmonella lottery.

Our intrepid overeater here could have just looked down a few times and got the same benefits.

1. Sad music when you’re sad is, ironically, a way to feel better, or at least to feel safer. In those moments, feeling like you’re psychically alone is devastating, and music that reminds you that other people have felt like you do is a tether to connect you to people when you’re at your lowest.
2. Loreena McKennitt is superior to Enya.
3. Neither of them wrote the world’s saddest song. A redneck from Bandera, Texas wrote the world’s saddest song. Sorry for the Spotify link.

Indy, his nuke survived.

If you look close, you can just make out the little bullwhip and fedora!

I’m pretty basic. I liked The Ghosts That Haunt Me and God Shuffled His Feet the best, and unironically enjoy almost every single track on both albums. Once they started drifting away from that wry and/or jaunty folk-pop-rock, I wasn’t as interested, but I can appreciate that Brad in particular wanted to explore other ground and give his lyrical notions more space to breathe.

My first purchase CD was Kenny Fuckin’ G. Sigh. Still, some pretty melodies I guess, and that’s not all bad.

Started improving right away by moving on to a lot of John Williams soundtracks and Weird Al. Then a lot of Classic Rock “best of” albums, including some Southern and Southern-inflected ones (CCR!). Start to fold in some folk music from the British Isles and sellout former college-rock bands (Crash Test Dummies’ first two major-label albums are actually good. Fight me!).

Add one English degree from a southern university and a move to Texas after a leftward political swing during law school (seriously you guys, nothing like seeing how the sausage is made to understand that while important and not without a certain rigor, the law is fucked up and EVERY judge is an activist judge, so you just need to do the right thing), and blammo, you get a dude who is way more into artsy fartsy “Americana” alt-country than your average Lemmy user. Now I want to listen to some Isbell before I go to bed. Good night y’all.