after a long day of food and wine festival, status and rehearsal, jeanne and i pull up into our default late night dive which you might have heard of: taco bell.
where: drive-thru of some off-the-grid taco bell in kissimmee. this is probably the world’s most inaccessible taco bell. an entj did not design the layout of the parking lot to taco bell. 13 right turns later, we arrived at the drive-thru.
taco bell guy: (to jeanne, handing her a water and a pepsi plus some change) here you go, ma’am.
jeanne: oh, you don’t need to “ma’am” me.
taco bell guy: excuse me?
jeanne: you don’t need to “ma’am” me. (insert southern belle charm)
taco bell guy: okay, sweetie. (returns 2 minutes later with our order of one chicken burrito, one bean burrito-no-sauce-no-onion and one soft-taco-with-no-lettuce) here ya go. you want any sauce, honey?
jeanne: mild and fire, please. thanks, doll.
mel: yes, thanks, sugarpop.
taco bell guy: you have a nice night, sweet cakes.
jeanne: (laughter) g’night!