Each person in the line douses his taco with the spiciest, hottest salsa, and then adding crushed, red peppers, and tabasco. Everyone, to a person, pouring on a little more than the previous consumer. All in an effort to prove his superior masculinity, and worthiness, as evidenced by his ability to endure burning, blinding, crippling pain, and toxic heartburn. "Oh, did you add hot sauce to yours, I don't see any," and similar remarks inflame the situation. Teaspoons are replaced by table spoons, giving away to serving spoons, to ladles, eventually somebody will just pour it over the top of his taco, a volatile, inflammatory gravy.
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But, we don't know if that kind of labor once a week is enough to get us by. Remember what Groucho Marx said. "The secret of life is honesty, and fair dealing. If you can fake those, you've got it made." We needed a backup plan.
Maybe we could file as an educational and research facility 501 (3) (c). It makes sense, we are always learning, and teaching, and research is the engine that drives the boat. We are born educators, with a passion for knowledge.
Last Tuesday we asked our CPA about the chances of getting a 501 (c) plan, and he said we would be lucky to get a 501 (d-). Maybe Mexican food doesn't agree with him, some lightweights
can't handle a little spice, you know.
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