After a morning of running errands around town I was struck with a craving for my secret shame: Taco Bell. Secret shame #2: I am too lazy to get out of my car and use the Drive-Thru 99.9999% of the time.
However, there are times when the fear of wandering into hangry territory (hangry=hunger that has morphed into extreme crankiness/anger) overrides extreme laziness. And I must venture outside the safety of my vehicle and possibly interract with members of the public. Here’s where things go off the rails.
I came bounding into the shop and was honestly perplexed as to where the line started and kinda-sorta cut in front of this nice young man. “Oh, sorry. Did I just cut in front of you?” I asked.
“Yeah, but it’s OK.” he laughed as we switched places.
“Sorry, I usually use the drive-thru but the line was SO LONG so I came in here and the way they have this set up is so confusing! I mean, I can’t tell who’s in line to order and who’s waiting for food.” I manically blabbered on until he slowly turned around so that he wasn’t facing me or inviting more scintillating conversation about The Ways of Taco Bell or whatever crazy-ass shit would come out of my mouth. I mean, I could hear the crazy pouring out of me and yet I COULD NOT MAKE IT STOP. I’d love to say I had too much coffee or was drunk, but this is, sadly, a recurring problem for me when faced with talking to humans.
However, I’d like some bonus points for normalcy for NOT cracking up or making a face when informed my order was #269. I mean, come ON. It’s like the universe is daring me to be an idiot.