Imagine, its 2am on a Friday night, you are in your room watching youtube videos and dreaming of sleep. At some point you remember that the local Q’doba closes at 3am and that you really are hungry for a burrito. After convincing a friend to join you on your quest the two of you head out into the dreary night. Once you have arrived at your destination you are immediately reminded as to why they are open so late on the weekends. Surrounded by babbling idiots who are too intoxicated to care about the 20 minute wait, you try just to look forward and avoid eye contact. As you are entering the line you notice something rather suspicious. For some reason the cook has lined up 40 soft taco shells on the counter. “Is he just getting ready for the rush?” “Is he trying to coax people into ordering soft tacos?” As you glance away from the delicious glory you notice a short, scrawny boy out of the corner of your eye. “THOSE CANT ALL BE HIS!” Sure enough, the 40 pork filled pockets of gold are quickly stuffed into carryout cases as the boy hurries to collect his goodies. Assuming he has someone to help him carry these you look around. One look is all you need as his friend is standing over his shoulder smiling, his own food in hand, ready for the feast that is about to take place.
Once back at your apartment, you joke about perhaps partaking in 40 tacos yourself. After realizing that although you would enjoy eating 40 soft shell tacos, you wouldn’t enjoy throwing them up, you stick to eating your own. After another series of videos, a bathroom break, and a phone call, you are finally ready to end, the night of many burritos.Filed under Uncategorized | Comment (0)