TB
NO...NOT Tuberculosis, Taco Bell, dammit, and this is what happened...It was around 9:55pm when Tinicia and I arrived at our lovely Taco Bell on the Golden Strip in Williamsport (East 3rd Street). I was driving and decided that it'd be wise to go through the drive-thru, seeing as how the lobby restaurant was going to close in 5 minutes. I ordered a Chicken Chalupa Baja, a Chicken Enchirito, and a small Baja Blast. I gladly paid and pulled around to the other side of the building and parked in the parking lot to put the Fire Sauce on my Chalupa (no, NOT a sexual reference) and to just chill with TinLynne. As I was preparing my Chalupa, I saw out of the corner of my left eye a man...a black man, bent over, fairly close to my mom's car window, peeking into my car at me and Tinicia, almost inquisitively, and, because I've always wanted something exciting to happen, I looked back, unlocked the car, and opened the door. "Yes?", I asked. "Do you smoke weed?", he replied, dead serious, while eating a taco in the paper wrapper. "No.", I said, fairly amused and anxious to see what he'd say next. He said, "Aight...", and walked to the bus stop about 10 yards from the front of the car where he stood, waiting, finishing his taco, while Tinicia and I were thrown into hysterics. What a fucker.
posted by Zaevodnik @ 17:34
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