Random things standing in front of you and a good meal

Let me say that this story is a story and has no significance to it whatsoever. Went to dinner with my older sister the other night. Man, let me tell you I was starving. As we pulled up to the mexican food cart, all I could think about was eating an enchilada drenched in cheese and chili. What I wasn’t thinking about was how to come up with an excuse as to why the 30 year old spanish cashier couldn’t have my number. My sister specifically saying that she had a boyfriend and I didn’t was just great. Due to the grumbling in my stomach and dry mouth, it was really hard to focus on my white lie making sense and let me tell you, out of all the mind traveling that I did in the second it took me to come up the genius, “I don’t have a number,” I traveled nowhere. I just wanted a TACO! Maybe some rice on the side. From now until forever I am forced to go undercover every time I want enchiladas in my home town. Moral of the story, there isn’t one really.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s