Two observations, one mysterious, the other less so:
1. I ordered takeout online from an Indian restaurant largely serving immigrants. There was a field for "special instructions", so I wrote, naturally, "Spicy, please!" The food had not an iota of spice. Can you solve the mystery?
Here's my guess. No Indian would ever say "Spicy, please!". They'd simply expect proper spiciness. So by leaving this instruction, I was marking myself as a gringo. And gringos don't like spice.
2. Many extra-large grande condoms are slightly smaller than regular condoms.
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