The topic of this blog is the dinner we had before hand. They do serve dinner at the event we hosted, but the food is always nasty.
Anyway, there is a Taco Bell near the home for wayward girls. This Taco Bell is like nothing I have ever seen before. It looks like a regular Taco Bell, but it has bullet proof glass everywhere like a gas station in Downtown Detroit. Because of such safety measures, we call it Ghetto Bell. It is kind of an adventure and a tradition to go there everytime we volunteer. Last week was the first time I felt nervous about being there.
The service is seldom award winning at the Ghetto Bell. Last week was no exception. When we got to the window, there was no one there to take our order. We waited a few minutes and then the guy who was making meat in the back put down the meat and came up to take our orders. Because I was behind Nikki, I didn't hear both sides of the conversation, but Nikki's side was enough to crack me up. Someone started giving the meat guy a hard time for not working on the meat. He responded, "Can someone help me, y'all are just standing around." The person who was originally giving him a hard time said something else and then I heard Nikki ask about the manager. Turns out, the person giving the meat guy a hard time WAS the manager and she had been swearing at the meat guy. Nikki did not appreciate that and told the woman so. Nikki asked for the name of the district manager and then looked at the mouthy manager and said, "No, it was your MOUTH". Then I just heard Nikki repeating her order over the voice of this ticked off manager. At that point I was ready to leave, but Nikki was not. Nikki got her food in record time, mine took forever. I had trouble enjoying my tacos because I was busy worrying about the following:
- Was there piss, poop, spit, or worse in my food? You always hear about things like that happening at restaurants. I just hope it didn't happen in this one.
- Was the manager going to come out and kill us.
- Was the manager going to call her baby daddy to show up and kill us.
I know, it is wrong of me to fear these things just because I in a Taco Bell with bullet proof glass, but still, I don't think I will go back again. We did manage to escape with our lives, but we probably just barely dodged a bullet.
Oh, and there was one funny/inappropriate thing that happened at pictionary night. We were doing a raffle for some prizes and the girls were way too excited. It was about 105 degrees in the gym and even hotter than that where I was standing because all the girls were standing about 2 inches from me yelling the numbers they wanted me to pick. While I was waiting to hear how many prizes we had left, I tried to get the girls to back up, saying, "Man, you guys are making it so hot over here." One of the girls responded, "Why because there are too many black people?" I completely ignored her response because it didn't make any sense, but another girl did not. She responded, "Yeah, why do you think it smells like this." I don't really know what she meant, or the background behind why she said it, but it was hard not to giggle a little bit.
Just so you know, you did not show this much fear on your face during the actual encounter. You were a real trooper.
ReplyDeleteI wish she would have come out from behind her bullet proof glass. I could have washed her dirty mouf out with soap.
The post script to this story is that I did in fact call the district manager and was refunded my order. She apologized over and over and said that mine was not the only complaint about that store. I doubt that it will ever change there...