We went to a local Taco Bell, or was it Taco Time...doesn't matter, last week. We were greeted with the information that they were currently out of chicken and steak, oh and tomatoes, but we were free to chose anything else from the menu. We made our choices, although a bit hard, I kept spying things that looked delicious only to realize they had chicken in them, and placed our order.
Luckily, we were the only ones there and easily found a prime location, if such a thing exists in a fast food joint. Keeping in mind that no one else has entered said establishment since we got there and we are practically right in front of the girl who took our order you will understand our confusion when the girl looks right at us and yells out, " 235." Then timidly follows it with,"Hey is this yours?"
"Um (quickly glancing around to make sure, yes, we were indeed STILL the only customers in there)...yes."
"Oh, good." said with such a sense of relief that I'm sure our faces were prime examples of utter disbelief.
During our meal, which you know didn't take long, they proceeded to run out of the remainder of their beef leaving only spicy chicken (which I thought they said they didn't have any chicken) and beans.