I work with cooks all day. They tell the best stories. If like me, you're not Hispanic, you probably don't realize they all hate each other. Guatemalans think El Salvadorians speak "gutter Spanish", Cubans are insane, and the only thing they all agree on is that Puerto Ricans are lazy. Yesterday was a 45 minutes story by Moses (I also have an Israel, David, and Jordan) about how anytime he calls for weed the fucking guy wont leave. Many others chimed in the same sentiment, and the afternoon was wasted. All I could think of was this thread, and how I couldn't possibly explain this thread to them or the term "First World" problem for that matter. So....
"When your drug dealer drops off your weed and then tries to talk to you like you know each other."
This was the First World Problem of the day in my kitchen yesterday.