Alternative title: workers are not paid enough to eat.
Likely one of those cases where already well off people are earning more money and thanks to bad statistics we’re meant to assume those gains are going to the poor
hello kitty doesn’t like xanax or knives or blood or any of those awful things your post with her! she likes apple pie, baking cookies, and her friends and that’s that!
scene i’ve been imagining a lot lately: guy orders a big mac from mcdonalds and asks the person at the counter “hey how do you eat this?” and the cashier says “you bite off a piece of it and chew it and swallow it” and the customer says “i see…just like at the other mcdonalds”
One time, I had a dream that I was making peanut butter chocolate chip cookies, and most of them were the regular measurements in cups and stuff. But at the end of the recipe, instead of saying “2.5 cups of chocolate chips” it said “627 chocolate chips.”
So when I woke up, I made some peanut butter chocolate chip cookies. And instead of measuring out chocolate chips, I counted them (and suffered a lot of odd looks from my family for it).
Well, it turns out that 627 chocolate chips is the amount that the recipe called for (2.5 cups). Not only that, but 627 was the exact amount of chocolate chips that we had left in the house.
