| Thursday, April 07, 2005 |
| Baby Yoga |
I'm sitting in the Taco Bueno drive-thru this evening and just elated that there are only two cars in front of me. I haven't been home in 13 hours, and all I want to see is that sweet cherub face. Then it hits me. I've been sitting behind this brand new Cadillac with Texas plates for a good 5 minutes. Tufts of white hair stick up past the front driver and passenger seats. OMG! Those old folks haven't moved from the order window, maybe they're dead! Oh, I could've been so lucky. Finally a white head bobbed up and down, and I put away the first aid handbook and shock paddles. Minutes upon minutes passed while Ma and Pa Kettle decided what kind of taco wouldn't cause heartburn, all the while I sat stewing behind them. It was all I could take to keep my hand from pounding on the horn. I had to do something with the hand, so I rolled down the window, and muttered, "C'mon grandpa, get the lead out!" just loud enough so that the couple getting into their car next to me could hear. Finally, old white hair let off the brake and I was home free. Nope, false alarm, probably the old hip or knee replacement giving way. Finally, George and Martha Washington completed their order and moved it on down the line. I couldn't contain it anymore, it spewed out.
Teenybopper: "Hello, welcome to Taco Bueno, yada, yada, yada."
Road Rage Mama: "Holy crap, did Adam and Eve order the entire menu? I burned half a tank just sitting here."
Teenybopper: "OMG, yeah, can you believe that? It was some kind of drive-thru record! They took forever and a day. Can I take your order?"
Road Rage Mama: "Um, give me a sec..." |
| posted by ieatcrayonz @ 4/07/2005 |
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