If it was a foodie photo, then it would be focused on the taco alone. but this is Gunther, Bets, and the taco in the same frame, which suggests a Lady And The Tramp-style spaghetti kiss may be imminent,… but with a taco. And THAT is what’s piqued Bern’s interest.
Even if you have a way to cover the sensor, that starts a 10 minute countdown timer on the toilets where I work. It helps to have a chronograph wristwatch; at the 9:30 mark, pull up your britches, stand up, lift the seat up to keep the upside from getting splashed, and move away. It’s a one-time flush, so once it’s over it’s smooth sailing from there.
My dad smoked when I was a little kid. I thought the smoke rising from his cigarettes looked like diapers being spun in a dryer. When I was 10 my smoker grandpa died of a heart attack and that shook my dad up to kick the habit, but his secondhand smoke had already done the damage, for four years later I developed asthmatic bronchitis. Four years after that my condition, despite a doctor’s note, nipped a promising military career in the bud for me. It’s been in remission for many years now, BUT… all it takes is one inadvertent inhale of secondhand smoke to start me wheezing and coughing. WORSE YET, with increasing frequency the particulates latch on to the gag reflex trigger nerves on the back of my tongue and I… START… VOMITING! I HAVE ABSOLUTELY NO SYMPATHY FOR THOSE WHO IGNORED THE SURGEON GENERAL’S WARNINGS AND GOT THEMSELVES HOOKED LIKE A JUNKIE!
If it was a foodie photo, then it would be focused on the taco alone. but this is Gunther, Bets, and the taco in the same frame, which suggests a Lady And The Tramp-style spaghetti kiss may be imminent,… but with a taco. And THAT is what’s piqued Bern’s interest.