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Current Server Bits

These aren’t for every table, i kinda litmus test the guests in my intro to see what kind of bits they can tolerate. I ~work~ for my tips. We have a roll called the hoki poki, so anytime someone orders it i call and repeat “turn yourself around”, if the table gets a kick out of that, i’ll spin in a circle when i drop it off. Anytime someone orders the crispy rice i say “yep defffffinitely been here before” When i check the birthday guest‘s ID I say “wow it REALLY is your birthday” When i serve a couple celebrating an anniversary, i’ll ask how many years and then be like, “congrats on the love and stuff,” (very buffy coded) When a guest asks where a certain fish is from, before i tell them the real answer, ie alaskan salmon, i say “the ocean”

@weird

Aug 8, 2024

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lovemuffin

one time at a warriors game my family was getting food and the cashier asked me, “and what do you want, lovemuffin?”

@shegoestoanotherschool

Mar 29, 2024

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OVEREXPLAINED ORDERING FOOD

When you're not from NYC, there's a certain insecurity that never quite goes away. Like, “should I already know how to do this?” That was me, two years into living here, feeling semi-local at my bodega next door, but still quietly preparing in my head just to be sure. It was late. Post Model/Actriz concert. Starving. I’m with a friend and we stop at my spot for a chopped cheese, my small badge of assimilation. There’s a new guy working the grill, and he’s mid-smoothie prep, not acknowledging me at all. I’m not sure if he’s on break or just… busy? So I hover. Wait. Do the classic uncertain smile-stance. Eventually, I order. Minimal response. He starts cooking. Then, this older woman walks in and gently asks me what to order here. Me and my friend agree, chopped cheese, no doubt. She nods, curious. We chat a little. All is well. But then, after a few quiet minutes, she yells over from the counter asks, “How do you order it?” Instead of just saying “chopped cheese on a hero, everything, pickles” like a normal person I went into an exacting breakdown of how to order food and navigate the mysterious rhythms of bodega etiquette:n “Well, first, you wait. He’ll make eye contact when he’s ready. Then you state your intention clearly. Don’t rush him. Then say: chopped cheese, everything, pickles. Hero roll. But again, you have to wait for the signal.” I finish explaining and my friend goes: “I don’t think that’s what she meant.” She just wanted to know what I ordered, of course not the entire rite-of-passage for ordering food. We all laughed. She got her order. I got my sandwich. As a non-American it’s hilarious to me that I turned a simple question about what I ordered into a full-on lesson in bodega anthropology. Glad I was still helpful on her quest for the first chopped cheese.

@thomaspok

Jun 4, 2025

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Never changing

My dad teases me about how when I was a little kid, my favorite thing to do when I was on the landline phone with somebody—be it a relative or one of my best friends—was to breathlessly describe the things that were in my bedroom so that they could have a mental picture of everything I loved and chose to surround myself with, and where I sat at that moment in time. Perfectly Imperfect reminds me of that so thanks for always listening and for sharing with me too 💌

@taterhole

Feb 23, 2025

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SURFING THE TIDES OF THE EVERYONE TAB

I am a woman of the people

@taterhole

May 28, 2025

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Rejecting the Commodification of the Self

I’ve been thinking about how much of social media is centered around curating our self-image. When selfies first became popular, they were dismissed as vain and vapid—a critique often rooted in misogyny—but now, the way we craft our online selves feels more like creating monuments. We try to signal our individuality, hoping to be seen and understood, but ironically, I think this widens the gap between how others perceive us and who we really are. Instead of fostering connection, it can invite projection and misinterpretation—preconceived notions, prefab labels, and stereotypes. Worse, individuality has become branded and commodified, reducing our identities to products for others to consume. On most platforms, validation often comes from how well you can curate and present your image—selfies, aesthetic branding, and lifestyle content tend to dominate. High engagement is tied to visibility, not necessarily depth or substance. But I think spaces like PI.FYI show that there’s another way: where connection is built on shared ideas, tastes, and interests rather than surface-level content. It’s refreshing to be part of a community that values thoughts over optics. By sharing so few images of myself, I’ve found that it gives others room to focus on my ideas and voice. When I do share an image, it feels intentional—something that contributes to the story I want to tell rather than defining it. Sharing less allows me to express who I am beyond appearance. For women, especially, sharing less can be a radical act in a world where the default is to objectify ourselves. It resists the pressure to center appearance, focusing instead on what truly matters: our thoughts, voices, and authenticity. I’ve posted a handful of pictures of myself in 2,500 posts because I care more about showing who I am than how I look. In trying to be seen, are we making it harder for others to truly know us? It’s a question worth considering.

@taterhole

Dec 27, 2024