Thursday Thoughts

Thinking Outside the Bun, Again
As a follow-up to yesterday’s post about our disappointing visit to Taco Bell, I want to tell you that I sent a comment to the head honchos (why, that sounds like something that would be served at Taco Bell!)  at Taco Bell Corporation. It felt mean to blast them in my blog and not let anyone know that they have a rogue store. I assure you I’m not trying to get a free Dorito-flavored taco out of them. I wonder if I will hear something from them, however.

The Sleepover
We had made plans for Kaiya and Mylee to have a sleepover last week, but something came up and it didn’t work out. Instead, the two girls came over Monday and spent the night. Sometime late Monday morning, Maggie Faith telephoned me and asked if she, too, could spend the night. Why not, I thought. They can keep each other busy. Well, let me tell you, the three of them had the best time. Especially Maggie and Kaiya, who are the same age. Mylee is a bit of a happy loner, though she will wander in and out of games. Maggie and Kaiya shared a room, Kaiya sleeping with her head at the head of the bed and Maggie sleeping with her head at the foot of the bed. It didn’t look terribly comfortable, but they were happy. When Mylee woke up Tuesday morning, the first words out of her mouth were, “Nana, I’m having the best time I’ve ever had.”

Take Me to the Movies
As part of their treat, I took Kaiya and Mylee to see Inside Out, the new Pixar movie. I enjoyed it very much, and the girls enjoyed it too. I thought the theme might be a bit vague for them, but they loved every minute. For my part, I was heartily impressed, as always, at the animation. What astounded me was that the characters actually resembled the actors who provided their voices. Such creativity. It is so nice that kids’ movies now are also enjoyable for the adults. Man, that wasn’t the case when Court was young. I sat through many a Smurf or Transformer movie that was just dismal. I love that movies today have lines that are funny for the adults and not offensive for the kids. Five stars for Inside Out. Borrow a grandkid, niece, nephew, or neighbor kid.

More Movies
Bill and I went to see a movie as part of our anniversary extravaganza. We saw Spy, with Melissa McCarthy. It was hysterically funny, if equally off-color. We loved it. We went to a movie theater that had reclining seats. I was afraid either Bill or I would fall asleep, but we managed to stay awake. Can you imagine? Reclining seats. What will they think of next?

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See? Smirking.

Scullery Maid
Our new dishwasher was delivered earlier this week, and Bill’s installation was going to be a piece of cake. Except that it wasn’t. The wiring was screwy, (sometime soon I’m going to write a blog post about home building practices in homes built in the 1970s) requiring the need for an electrician, who finally appeared late yesterday. I guess it was too much to ask that they drop all their existing orders to rush to our house to work on ours. Until the dishwasher is installed, Bill has had to shut off our water in the kitchen. So, in the meantime, we are carrying our dirty dishes into the laundry room and washing them there. By hand. Like Daisy in Downton Abbey before she got her edukashun. In the meantime, my lovely new dishwasher sits in the kitchen smirking at me.

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What it felt like….

Stormy Weather
Yesterday afternoon at 4 o’clock, I rode my scooter to the grocery store to pick up food to grill. There were a few rain clouds off in the distance. At 4:30, Bill and I were sitting out on our patio watching the birds at their feeder. At 5 o’clock, dark clouds began to form like a film that is on high-speed. At 5:10, my telephone began beeping that there was a tornado WARNING in our area and telling us to take shelter immediately. I’m not exaggerating. It was that quick. Of course, instead of rushing downstairs, Bill began working

What it actually looked like...

What it actually looked like…

underneath the sink, trying to get the water turned back on. I texted my loved ones: Are you safe? Dave, Jll, and the kids were safe and sound in their basement. Court, on the other hand, responded to my text saying Yes, why, is something wrong? All was normal in my world.

Ciao.

 

The Day Fast Food Wasn’t

taco bellBill and I don’t eat an overwhelming amount of fast food. An occasional sausage mcmuffin with egg, an Arby’s roast beef sandwich now and again. When we do eat fast food, it is liable to be from Taco Bell. We both think Taco Bell’s food is tolerable, and the price is right.

So the other day following Bill’s doctor appointment, we were hungry and there was the ubiquitous Taco Bell right across the street. We parked and entered the restaurant for a quick lunch….

….that was anything but.

Have you ever been in a situation where a group of total strangers come together in the face of a tragedy? There were 12 or 15 patrons of this particular Taco Bell who were united in one goal – we wanted our food.

I should have recognized the ominous sign when I got in line behind a man who made the grave error of paying for his food with cash. It seems the restaurant had no change. Yes, friends, this fast food restaurant was totally without coins. It’s beyond me to see just how that happens. I think the cashier finally dug into the bottom of her purse and pulled out a linty quarter, a couple of dirty nickels, and a penny to give him change.

After I presented my simple order of a Number 3 Combo and two additional crunchy tacos, we sat to await the food which undoubtedly would come to us in two to three minutes, max.

As we sat and waited for somewhere in the neighborhood of 20 minutes, here are the things we observed…..

-The Diet Pepsi we planned to share was mostly seltzer water. We poured that back and got a Diet Mountain Dew that was largely seltzer water but a bit more palatable.

-A woman who had gone through the drive-thru came in because she hadn’t gotten about half of her order.

-While the restaurant was full of patrons, there was literally only one lone man in the corner with any food. He was hunched over it in fear that hungry office workers waiting for their gorditos would steal his food. The rest of us were waiting to have our orders filled.

-One person giving up on his order angrily left without even asking for a refund. About 10 minutes after he left, the cashier brought out his three tacos. “Number 146? 146? Number 146?”

-Another person left after he got his refund. When he was asked why he wanted his money back, he told the surprised cashier to look around because none of the crowd looking at her had gotten any food. “No one?” she asked in amazement. Apparently the fact that she hadn’t given anyone any food for the past 45 minutes didn’t raise any red flags in her 19-year-old mind.

-In the meantime, the person who had his food tried to quietly gum his crunchy tacos so the rest of us wouldn’t hear him.

-People were backing out of the drive-thru line because it was taking too long.

-One of the cooks (who clearly wasn’t cooking) left, went to the Seven-Eleven across the street and came back with a bag of soft drinks for the staff. That didn’t seem like a good sign.

-“Number 146? Three tacos? Number 146?”

Bill and I finally got our food, ate quickly, and left. In the meantime, people who were still waiting were warning incoming guests to leave while they still had some lunch hour left.

As we went out the door, it occurred to me that I should tell the man who appeared to be homeless that he should grab number 146’s tacos and run, but by that time, they had vanished.

And the boy who had run over to Seven-Eleven to get the sodas had run across the street to Del Taco to bring the staff some lunch.

Just kidding about last thing. I think. And it might be awhile before I think outside the bun.