Promised land... or is it?

Pulling into the Taco Bell parking lot I suddenly get butterflies in my stomach. I can't believe that after all those minutes on the road I'm finally here. i step out of the car and into the cool 85 degree United States air, but the goosebumps on my arms are more from excitement than the chill in the air.

I walk in and place my order. Two double-decker tacos and that strange hexagonal thing that they have. And a large, frosty soda. Man, this is the life. But when I reach the soda machine I realize one of the sad limitations of our technologically driven world. They're out of ice. OUT OF ICE?!? How can this be? This was supposed to be my day!

In a fit of rage I storm back to the front counter, demanding what is rightfully mine: "Hi, do you guys have any more ice?" The woman behind the counter understands the seriousness of the situation, and without hesitation replies that a guy is bringing some out. In fact, he's right behind me about to pour it into the machine. I get my ice, my diet pepsi, and all is right with the world again.

written by

Buckster on October 20, 2005 from Mission Viejo, United States

from the travel blog: Taco Bell

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