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Wednesday, March 23, 2016

Trip to Taco Bell

Do you know that feeling when you have to deal with people younger than you?  It must be annoying dealing with young whippersnappers, doing things better and with more enthusiasm than you. Well, here’s a tip, don’t dwell on that. You won’t want to end up like the guy in this story.


$5.37...That’s what the kid behind the counter at Taco Bell said to me.  I dug into my pocket and pulled out some lint and two dimes and something that used to be a Jolly Rancher.

Having already handed the kid a five-spot, I started to head back out to the truck to grab some change when the kid with the Elmo hairdo said the hardest thing anyone has ever said to me.

He said, "It's OK. I'll just give you the senior citizen discount." I turned to see who he was talking to and then heard the sound of change hitting the counter in front of me. "Only $4.68," he said cheerfully.

I stood there stupefied. I am 58, not even 60 yet? A mere child! Senior citizen?



I took my burrito and walked out to the truck wondering what was wrong with Elmo. Was he blind? As I sat in the truck, my blood began to boil.

Old?

Me?


I'll show him, I thought. I opened the door and headed back inside.

I strode to the counter, and there he was waiting with a smile.

Before I could say a word, he held up something and jingled it in front of me, like I could be that easily distracted! What am I now? A toddler?

"Dude! Can't get too far without your car keys, eh?" I stared with utter disdain at the keys. I began to rationalize in my mind! “Leaving keys behind hardly makes a man elderly! It could happen to anyone!"


 I turned and headed back to the truck. I slipped the key into the ignition, but it wouldn't turn. What now? I checked my keys and tried another. Still nothing.

That's when I noticed the purple beads hanging from my rear view mirror. I had no purple beads hanging from my rear view mirror. Then, a few other objects came into focus:

The car seat in the back seat. Happy Meal toys spread all over the floorboard. A partially eaten doughnut on the dashboard.



Faster than you can say ginkgo biloba, I flew out of the alien vehicle. Moments later I was speeding out of the parking lot, relieved to finally be leaving this nightmarish stop in my life.



That is when I felt it, deep in the bowels of my stomach: hunger! My stomach growled and churned, and I reached to grab my burrito, only it was nowhere to be found.

I swung the truck around, gathered my courage, and strode back into the restaurant one final time.



There Elmo stood, draped in youth and black nail polish. All I could think was, "What is the world coming to?"

All I could say was, "Did I leave my food and drink in here"? At this point I was ready to ask a Boy Scout to help me back to my vehicle, and then go straight home and apply for Social Security benefits.

Elmo had no clue.



I walked back out to the truck, and suddenly a young lad came up and tugged on my jeans to get my attention. He was holding up a drink and a bag. His mother explained, "I think you left this in my truck by mistake."

I took the food and drink from the little boy and sheepishly apologized. He offered these kind words: "It's OK. My grandfather does stuff like this all the time."



All of this is to explain how I got a ticket doing 85 in a 40 mph zone. Yes, I was racing some punk kid in a Toyota Prius. And no, I told the officer, I'm not too old to be driving this fast.



As I walked in the front door, my wife met me halfway down the hall. I handed her a bag of cold food and a $300 speeding ticket I promptly sat in my rocking chair and covered up my legs with a blankie.
 


The good news was I had successfully found my way home.


18 comments:

  1. Please tell me it will never get that bad and if it does will somebody please shoot me.

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    1. LOL Sunny...you won't get that bad because you won't freak out about the age thing. ;)

      Hugs and blessings...Cat

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  2. I didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Wait. Was this supposed to be a comment?

    I Can't Remember Who Wrote This.

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    1. ROFL Ella...too cute. ;)

      Hugs and blessings...Cat

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  3. Oh funny Cat, poor man!
    Love Jan, xx

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    1. Happy you enjoyed it, Jan. ;)

      Hugs and blessings...Cat

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  4. Some days it just doesn't pay to get out of bed...
    hugs abby

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    1. Good point, Abby! ;)

      Hugs and blessings...Cat

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  5. I'm with SG shoot me please. Thanks Cat.

    Love,
    Ronnie
    xx

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    1. LOL Ronnie...think you'd react calmly to the situation rather than freaking out about a number. ;)

      Hugs and blessings...Cat

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  6. OMG hope that never happens. LOL Cat.
    Hugs Lindy

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    1. LOL Lindy...I'm sure it won't. ;)

      Hugs and blessings...Cat

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  7. I don't know whether to laugh or cry!
    Rosie xx

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    1. Just laugh, Rosie...doesn't mess up your makeup as much. ;)

      Hugs and blessings...Cat

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  8. UGH!!!! I'm with the ladies above! NO THANKS CUZ!!! Many hugs,

    <3 Katie

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    1. LOL Katie...do you really see Rob letting you get that worked up over a number? ;)

      Hugs and blessings...Cat

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  9. I've had days like that! I love laughing at myself! It seriously makes things better!

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    1. Excellent point, Minelle! Laughter is the best medicine. ;)

      Hugs and blessings...Cat

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