Have you tried the locos tacos at Taco Bell?
I had a run in with a loco and it wasn't a taco.
Visiting a fast food establishment can be a loaded activity.
Man, there are some angry folks out there.
My kids, parents and I had an impromptu visit last weekend, when we sampled the crispy tortillas filled with ground mystery meat.
On occasion one has to swallow one's pride and knowledge of our fast food nation, and well, eat it.
My mother was taking a long time to figure out what to order, and was standing on the far end of the counter. Taco Bell's menu was shared with KFC, and only KFC's menu was directly behind the register, so it was a little confusing where to place your order.
I suddenly had the sense that one of the customers on the line behind me was getting impatient. He was standing directly behind the register, apparently ordering KFC.
"M'am," he intoned, glaring at my mother. "You need to order over HERE." He pointed to the register in front of him. At 5'11" and white haired with a moustache and sporting a red collared shirt, he looked like a younger version of the Colonel himself. I stood right besides my mother, who took yet more time to decide on what to order, and the Colonel's face grimaced impatience when he saw that yet another order was imminent.
We sat down to wait for our order. I fed Vicky bits of soft tortilla, cheese and ground beef that I ordered a few minutes earlier.
"TB8," I heard the clerk say.
Aha! That must be our order, the 3 taco combo and the soft drink.
"What do ya want, a waiter to bring it to you?"
I looked behind my back and realized it was the same moustachioed dude from the line. He was leaning against the wall near the counter like a cowboy.
As I approached the counter, I looked straight at him and asked, clear as day, "Excuse me, are you talking to me?"
"Yes I am, it took you long enough to order your food!"
Whoa.
I was a bit taken aback, but I had to retort.
"I don't know what's wrong with you, but I'm not going there," I said.
As I picked up my tray, I noticed his face grow red, and he started mouthing something unpleasant to me, which I chose to block out by saying "God bless you," loud enough for the other customers to hear and walking back to the table.
I thought it wise to pass on an escalating argument.
A fast food restaurant is too golden a tableau for a random stranger to go psycho.
I was a bit shaken up by the unpleasant exchange, my hand trembling as I ate my loco taco.
A female customer to my right turned to me and said,"I can't believe what I was hearing."
Neither could I.
I had a run in with a loco and it wasn't a taco.Visiting a fast food establishment can be a loaded activity.
Man, there are some angry folks out there.
My kids, parents and I had an impromptu visit last weekend, when we sampled the crispy tortillas filled with ground mystery meat.
On occasion one has to swallow one's pride and knowledge of our fast food nation, and well, eat it.
I suddenly had the sense that one of the customers on the line behind me was getting impatient. He was standing directly behind the register, apparently ordering KFC.
"M'am," he intoned, glaring at my mother. "You need to order over HERE." He pointed to the register in front of him. At 5'11" and white haired with a moustache and sporting a red collared shirt, he looked like a younger version of the Colonel himself. I stood right besides my mother, who took yet more time to decide on what to order, and the Colonel's face grimaced impatience when he saw that yet another order was imminent.
We sat down to wait for our order. I fed Vicky bits of soft tortilla, cheese and ground beef that I ordered a few minutes earlier.
"TB8," I heard the clerk say.
Aha! That must be our order, the 3 taco combo and the soft drink.
"What do ya want, a waiter to bring it to you?"
I looked behind my back and realized it was the same moustachioed dude from the line. He was leaning against the wall near the counter like a cowboy.
As I approached the counter, I looked straight at him and asked, clear as day, "Excuse me, are you talking to me?"
"Yes I am, it took you long enough to order your food!"
Whoa.
I was a bit taken aback, but I had to retort.
"I don't know what's wrong with you, but I'm not going there," I said.
As I picked up my tray, I noticed his face grow red, and he started mouthing something unpleasant to me, which I chose to block out by saying "God bless you," loud enough for the other customers to hear and walking back to the table.
I thought it wise to pass on an escalating argument.
A fast food restaurant is too golden a tableau for a random stranger to go psycho.
I was a bit shaken up by the unpleasant exchange, my hand trembling as I ate my loco taco.
A female customer to my right turned to me and said,"I can't believe what I was hearing."
Neither could I.
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