Love and Taco Bell.
Tonight after work I hit the Taco Bell drive through to get my love a 7 layer burrito--and maybe a little something for myself too. I ordered at the speaker, and the fellow taking my order was quite friendly. He told me my total and I pulled around the building to the window. Senor Friendly leaned out the window and took my money, and smiled at me SO BIG and told me that he just needed to thank me for choosing Taco Bell tonight. I was like, sure, no problem dude. He was insistent though, he needed to really thank me because I am really important to Taco Bell and tonight I made the correct choice. Whew! I wasn't quite sure if I had! I mean, there is a Blimpie on one side, a Wendy's on the other, and a McDonald's 2 doors down. It was a big choice! So he's leaning out the window, he's grinning, he's thanking me. Like excessively. Finally he has to put my money in the cash register and get my change so I had about 15 seconds to myself. But then he was back. I retrieved my change and he asked me if I wanted a drink. I said "no thanks." And he said "oh but it's special for you tonight, what would you like?" I said "really, that's okay, I just drink water." The window shuts, he starts making me a water. Sweet. Now he's back. (Did I just change tense? Yeah, I think I did.) He hands me my water and leans out the window a bit more. I'm afraid he might fall out at this point. "Nice car." I am driving my mother in law's BMW today and yes, it's a nice car. I tell him it's not mine. "But it's a nice car just for you." Okaaaay. Wow, I wonder how that 7 layer burrito is coming along. I'm not sure how much longer I can keep smiling back at this guy. Finally and gratefully my food is ready. Senor hands me the bag and I grab it, but he doesn't let go yet. "Thank you for coming by tonight. I hope to see you soon. You are really really really important to us and I hope to see you again." I say, "uh, thanks." And then there's more gush gush gush, thanks thanks thanks... you get the picture.
19 comments:
What a freak! I wonder if he was high?
And I think you saved my brains from leaking out my ears the other days. I'm sure you could tell it was coming close as I typed all that nonsense.
I can't get over that Taco Bell guy! Bo got a kick out of too.
That's awesome!
How funny. Reminds me of the checker at Harmon's that talked in a high, just-hit-puberty voice when Andrea and I were there this summer. Turns out he was faking and we got a good laugh out of it. Hopefully for this guys' sake he was acting like that on a dare or something.
Yowza.
I don't get THAT kind of service at MY Taco Bell.
Thankfully.
I appreciate that my lovely wife stopped to get me that 7 Layer Burro. But I don't think that either of us will be going back to that Taco Bell.
Haha!
And why is it that Taco Bell gets the order wrong 9 out of 10 times?
It was your magnetic personality. :)
Great story! That reminded me of the time when I went to Arby's during our FC days and the guy touched my hands when giving my change back (a little too long) and said how warm they were. I was a little freaked out too!
Ha!!!
ROFL. that was hillarious!
Kate, if you weren't so smoke'n hot, they you wouldn't have to worry about those kind of things happening. =)
That's a very funny story, but I got stuck on one part. Since when do you just drink water?
Ha! The fact that he got your order wrong makes it the best!
Ha ha!! Were you looking hot or what? LOL That's such a funny story!
Stop being such a BABE and the Taco Bell guy won't hit on you!(:
I need a haircut too.
Senorita, you're spicier than hot sauce on a chalupa. Ay ay ay!
you should have kissed him
Well quit trying to pick up on all those fast food hotties and they won't screw your order up ;)! Speaking as an alumnus of McDonald's (2 years, baby), I can vouch for the generally lower IQ and frequently substance impaired mental status of night shift workers. More than once I was stuck cleaning the entire kitchen and front line by myself while my coworkers were smoking pot out in the playplace. As a result, I'm not often keen on letting my kids play in fast food restaurant playgrounds (and let's not even discuss the pee/poo/vomit I found in the tunnels on a number of occasions).
I like that story. It made my hour. :)
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