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>Chips. Salsa. Unrequested. Free.
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I stopped the waiter. “We have not earned these.”
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“They just come with the table, man.”
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...My friend warned me. “Don't fill up on chips, dude.”
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...I know the rule now. I have made my peace with the basket. One basket. Two at the most.
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Who am I deceiving. There is no number of baskets I would refuse...
--Nobunaga ,[_We Sat at a Table in a Bright, Loud Eating House_](https://wandering-nobunaga.com/stories/we-sat-at-a-table-in)
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