Alright, I get it! Does “life” have to rub it in? I know! I eat at certain “fast food” establishments a little too often.
I was at . . . oh, I suppose this is self-evident by now but I’ll say it anyhow, I was at Taco Bell this past week. And I placed my order. That’s when it happened. The young man who was taking my order CORRECTED me. What I mean is, after I placed my order, he said, “You want three side orders of sour cream, don’t you?”
Do you understand what I’m getting at? The young fella who takes the orders at Taco Bell knows me so well that he knows when I’ve placed my order incorrectly based on my 7,593,456 other visits to the place. Here, I’ll say it another way: He’s slightly more familiar with what I want to order than I am.
That can’t be a good sign, can it?
After he corrected my order and I acknowledged that “yes” he was right—I did want three side orders of sour cream—we looked at each other for a moment and started laughing. We were laughing at the absurdity of it all. That he—the “order taker”—would know what I order better than I do, was odd and mildly amusing. (Although, when I told this story to my doctor he cried for about a minute….And, then, handed me a bill.)
Then, after I paid for my purchase the young man at the check-out said, “Maybe this will help.” Reaching into his shirt pocket he pulled out a card and handed it to me. The card had the address and the meeting times of a 12-step program designed especially for those who need help when it comes to certain eating establishments.
I said “thanks” and—admittedly, feeling a little embarrassed—walked to the beverage dispenser. I thought he wasn’t looking while I poured myself a refreshing Mountain Dew. It turns out he was looking, so, now I have another card with a meeting place for that, as well. (Is there really such a thing as Dew-aholics Anonymous, or was he joking with me?)Rather than all the meetings, though, I’ve determined that it’s probably just going to be easier for me to go to a different Taco Bell.
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