What's the most petty/pointless/pedantic hill you're willing to die on?

NotNotMike@programming.dev to Ask Lemmy@lemmy.world – 461 points –

For me, it may be that the toilet paper roll needs to have the open end away from the wall. I don't want to reach under the roll to take a piece! That's ludicrous!

That or my recent addiction to correcting people when they use "less" when they should use "fewer"

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Pickles should be served as a spear on the side as a palate cleanser between the sandwich and the fries/chips and have no place on the sandwich.

Of course there’s always the exception to the rule, the Cuban sub.

Go on and get up on that hill, because you're dead-ass wrong about this.

You're telling me you ain't putting pickles on a hamburger? In a tuna salad?? On fried chicken sandwich???

You should be institutionalized for your depravity.

Tho I agree the dill pickle spear makes a great palate cleanser and that more meals should contain this element if not in dill pickle spear form, in some other acidic tasty treat.

It better not be touching any part of my food till I'm ready though. I don't want my bun getting soggy from it.

When I'm packing sandwiches I'll keep the tomato and pickle separate for just this reason

Preach it. The pickles just turn to mush from the heat of the sandwich and that ain't right.

Using the wrong pickles, then. Get the deli style thicker versions, and they never go mushy.

A pallet cleanser also implies that you wait to eat your fries/chips after your done with your sandwich. Those things are getting eaten at the same time. Hell, sometimes the fries are going on the sandwich

A proper Reuben features pickles, sauerkraut, corned beef, Swiss cheese and Russian dressing. Most restaurants will replace the pickles and Russian dressing with Thousand Island dressing. Blasphemers.

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