March 15, 2006

Taco Time

If you haven't read the below entry, do so. It explains how I ended up at Taco Time.
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Done Reading? Ok, so here's the next Taco Time story. Consider the following picture:

This picture is "art". What happened to me was not. 5 of us were sitting at Taco Time eating. I had some type of enchilada/burrito thing that I had to eat with a fork and a knife. Alas, there were no knives, so I was cutting my burrito with a fork, no big deal, doesn't require a lot of skill, or so you might think. So, I'm sitting there, cutting along, when all of a sudden *SNAP*!!! The fork shatters in my hands, eliminating the the only barrier between my hand a plate full of food. That means that my hand was now fully submerged in burrito. It also meant that what food was on said fork during the snappage was flung through the air in my general direction, and let's remember that I'm in a tuxedo. Now there's more burrito on me and my hand than on my plate. Cue laughter from all around. Everybody just sits there laughing as I sit there in disbelief, covered in burrito and my hand in my burrito. Not cool. Finally somebody got up and gave me some napkins to clean myself up with, but I think there is still some cheese on my tie. Anywho, the lesson to be learned is that platic forks do break, and often in an extravagant manner, so be warned. It could happen to you!

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Hilarious!