My Favorite Graham Story
In honor of my little brother Graham's wedding last weekend, and because I promised it in my last post, here is one of my favorite stories involving Graham and me...
One evening when I was in fifth grade, making Graham about 7, my family went to Taco Bell for dinner. Now, this was back in the day when their nachos were still served in those little cardboard boats, the Chalupa had not yet been invented, and you still had to ask the cashier for soda refills. We enjoyed a delightful repast and while my parents were busy gathering up the trash, Graham and I got up to leave. As I happily sucked my Mountain Dew, we milled around those metal bars that guide you where to line up to place your order, as we waited for our parents.
As we were standing there, a little girl went up to the counter to get a refill. When she took the lid off of her cup, a droplet of soda came flying out of her straw, across the bars, directly into Graham's eye. Graham immediately threw his hand up to his eye and began wiping the backwashed soda out of it. This was pretty funny to me, so I started laughing. However, nothing compared to Graham trying to repeatedly convince me that "It didn't go in my eye!" At this remark I started laughing so hard I could barely breathe. Somehow though, I managed to keep drinking. Then, some of my Mountain Dew went down the wrong way. So then I was laughing and choking to death. Then I laugh-choked so hard, I threw up. Not a whole taco or anything, just the would be killer Mountain Dew that had gone down the wrong way.
At this point, my poor parents are humiliated. One child has been blinded and the other one has vomited from hysterics caused by the first's pain. In an effort to atone for my disgusting behavior, my mom decided to help out the Taco Bell staff by grabbing a handful of napkins, getting down on her hands and knees, and attempting to wipe up the Mountain Spew. However, it was really more slimy than bulky, so while she managed to spread it out to a greater area of the floor, not much was actually cleaned up.
At this point, the front door opens, a man takes half a step inside and surveys the scene. He took one look at the laughing/ crying hyena, the little boy who while covering his eye kept exclaiming that it didn't hit him there, the woman on the floor swishing around something incredibly gross, and the hideously embarrassed yet slightly amused man in the corner, turned on his heel and got the hell out of the Bell. The sight of this caused my mom to crack up and give up on the clean up. Most of the stuff was almost all smeared into the floor anyway, so the four of us, some laughing hysterically ran out the door to the humility of our Trooper.
I like to think that my family played a small, yet significant part in restaurants allowing you to get your own drinks. For those of you who like a few cubes of ice with your Sprite/ Dr. Pepper/ Wild Cherry Pepsi mix... you are welcome.
One evening when I was in fifth grade, making Graham about 7, my family went to Taco Bell for dinner. Now, this was back in the day when their nachos were still served in those little cardboard boats, the Chalupa had not yet been invented, and you still had to ask the cashier for soda refills. We enjoyed a delightful repast and while my parents were busy gathering up the trash, Graham and I got up to leave. As I happily sucked my Mountain Dew, we milled around those metal bars that guide you where to line up to place your order, as we waited for our parents.
As we were standing there, a little girl went up to the counter to get a refill. When she took the lid off of her cup, a droplet of soda came flying out of her straw, across the bars, directly into Graham's eye. Graham immediately threw his hand up to his eye and began wiping the backwashed soda out of it. This was pretty funny to me, so I started laughing. However, nothing compared to Graham trying to repeatedly convince me that "It didn't go in my eye!" At this remark I started laughing so hard I could barely breathe. Somehow though, I managed to keep drinking. Then, some of my Mountain Dew went down the wrong way. So then I was laughing and choking to death. Then I laugh-choked so hard, I threw up. Not a whole taco or anything, just the would be killer Mountain Dew that had gone down the wrong way.
At this point, my poor parents are humiliated. One child has been blinded and the other one has vomited from hysterics caused by the first's pain. In an effort to atone for my disgusting behavior, my mom decided to help out the Taco Bell staff by grabbing a handful of napkins, getting down on her hands and knees, and attempting to wipe up the Mountain Spew. However, it was really more slimy than bulky, so while she managed to spread it out to a greater area of the floor, not much was actually cleaned up.
At this point, the front door opens, a man takes half a step inside and surveys the scene. He took one look at the laughing/ crying hyena, the little boy who while covering his eye kept exclaiming that it didn't hit him there, the woman on the floor swishing around something incredibly gross, and the hideously embarrassed yet slightly amused man in the corner, turned on his heel and got the hell out of the Bell. The sight of this caused my mom to crack up and give up on the clean up. Most of the stuff was almost all smeared into the floor anyway, so the four of us, some laughing hysterically ran out the door to the humility of our Trooper.
I like to think that my family played a small, yet significant part in restaurants allowing you to get your own drinks. For those of you who like a few cubes of ice with your Sprite/ Dr. Pepper/ Wild Cherry Pepsi mix... you are welcome.
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