Hey Seattle,
In the play Come from Away, there’s a song where the locals offer to make their visitors honorary Newfoundlanders by making them drink terrible alcohol and kiss a freshly caught cod.
This got me thinking: what kind of silly ritual could be used to dub someone an honorary Seattleite?
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Cops are fascist
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Wrong post.
I’ve lived all over the world, and I think there are very few places which have what you’re asking for. The best we have here is correcting people for calling it Pike’s Place.
Eating a bag of Dick’s?
Eat a teriyaki chicken take-out meal on a clear day while loudly proclaiming that “The mountain is out!”
As someone who grew up with real teriyaki from Japan (yes, I know that the story is “real teriyaki” is from here, but the Japanese style of making it is not), I feel this so much. I’m with you on the mountain being out, but the teriyaki is American style (not my preference) and I will die on that hill.
People don’t connect like that here. If they did, the first rite would surely be to step over a homeless person without making eye contact.
Catching a tossed fish and kissing the gum wall.
I’d much rather kiss the fish.
