5/19/13

Why I Can No Longer Go to Taco Bell


Consider this a break-up letter.

Dear Taco Bell Drive-Thru Lady,

You have always been very courteous to me. You take my order with 0 mistakes. You always have a smile on your face when you take my debit card and hand me my meal…you even seem to hold back judgment when I Live Más for over $10.00 and there’s no one in my car with which to share the bounty. You make it easy to just drive up and get a tasty, very filling (unhealthy) meal with nary a thought. That is, until I reach that regretful point of digestion…

And then, in your friendly way, you tell me how every time you see me, I look so nice. Course, that’s because I’m usually grabbing Taco Bell after a night of drinking my calories away at a bar where I’m dressed to pick up some hot guy (and always failing to do so).

Great compliment? OF COURSE…but when the part-time drive-thru person (who looks like she’s in high school) starts to recognize you, it’s a sign that you’ve eaten there far too many times.

So, farewell Taco Bell and Taco Bell Drive-Thru Lady. I’ve officially shamed myself into not patronizing your business anymore…


Or maybe I’ll just go to the Taco Bell the next town over? Nah, nah, I should just give it up.




Your Buddy,
Roxy

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