I was driving down the freeway on the way to my business meeting. It was around 6 o’clock, and the sun was shining in my eyes. The cars in front of me were barely moving, and I felt the void of esurience that was my stomach rumbling with hunger. I hadn't eaten since the night before. I checked my watch. My meeting starts at 6:30. I only have half an hour to quench my ravenous appetite. I looked for nearby restaurants on google maps. The only options were a Taco Bell and a fancy 5-star Italian Cuisine that would surely take too long. I came to the realization that I would have to go to my arch nemesis, Taco bell. The last time I went to the Taco Bell, I fell into the deep fryer, and had to languish in the hospital for three weeks. But I had no other option.
I stepped into the Taco Bell. The first step into the room, I felt something sticky on my shoe, trapping me in its clutches, wishing for me never to escape. I walked up to the employee, a high school student, at the cash register. They seem to have spilled something on their shirt. Whatever it was, it smelled wretched, and was a disgusting green color that made me want to throw up. I looked at the menu, unsure of my preference for I had only been here once before. I asked the employee, Garry, what he suggested I consume. “I LIKE TACOS” he said with excitement. I shake my head in disappointment, I guess I am on my own. “I would like the doritos cheesy gordita crunch supreme.” Garry came back 5 minutes later carrying a large basket of nacho fries. “Oh wait, did you want a TACO”. After I cleared up the misunderstanding he scurries back to work. From the kitchen I hear him say “OOPS, I MADE A MISTAKE” and I hear a crash. A while later he comes back taco in hand and stuffs it in the nacho fries. At this point, there was no sense in correcting him, I just paid for the taco and fries and sat down to eat.