We already agreed on that rule between us four siblings. We only get presents for kids.

Except that I’m the only one who does not have kids, so for the purposes of this rule I’m considered a kid.

The more I look into the high-res picture, the more mildly bleak details I notice.

• Torn plastic wrapping of tiny plastic bottles on the chipboard counter.
• His sleeve is mildly dirty.
• The shoes on the shelf seem awkward to access over the chair.
• The whiteboard has permanently marked spots “use me to write” and “use me to clean”, both empty.
• That “pizza” is barely an oversized muffin.
• Fire prohibited.
• The mirror is pretty dirty.
• Corner of the steel cabinet is a bit bent.
• The badly attached sheet of paper hanging from the whiteboard; you can’t read anything.
• On the top shelf of the cupboard, something is kinda balancing there.
• Cheap plates not perfectly aligned.
• ROTATE:
  • ROTATE
  • ROTATE
  • ROTATE
• The pedal on the trash bin is weirdly bent.

Not that any of this really matters, though.

Most commenters here don’t appreciate how sad the image really is: the headset is playing some corporate prefabricated Happy Birthday message, starting and ending with “Loving your work.” company motto accompanied with nothingmusic in background.

nit: you mean yaml.safe_load().

Who needs table when you are truly “Loving your work.”.

whoosh

whoosh

Don’t wanna state the obvious, but it looks like they still ended up staring at each other for the rest of the evening.

They have shown that they still love each other, so hope they can work with their one irreconcilable difference.

…still… no idea…