Tessa's Blog

I really do not want to go onto another rant about Taco Bell but I feel that I must. I was asked by my lovely wife on Saturday to stop after work and get some Taco Bell. I work 15 miles from home and I have a lot of choices to what establishment to patronize. Well I immediately thought of the last location that gave me material for my last blog and I thought twice about this, so I went to a location that is close to my work.

Life was good, the location is always clean and for the most part they at least have one white person working the counter. Upon ordering my food witch consisted of a potential for nine wrapped items and a total of 15 items all together I was feeling really good about this place. I received my bags of food and was loading the bags with various levels of hot sauce, I was sorting out the packets that said "will you marry me" this is saved for another blog. When the thought came to me "count your many items, name them one by one" Since my last auto accident in January I have decided to listen to the spirit a lot more closely. I could not believe my eyes. I was short food, not just any food, MY FOOD! I really do not know what is going on in my life to warrant such bad service. I really try to tip well when I go to restaraunt even when they food stinks and the service is worse. Is carma trying to tell me that Chalupa's are bad for you. Maybe my waist line is getting larger due to these Chalupa's? I dont think it is my bad carma, I think that people at Taco Bell is making minimum wage and they cant count pass ten whithout taking off some shoes and then possibly pulling down their pants.