No Shoes, No Shirt, Yes Service? (aka Another Taco Bell Story)

My friend Morgan and I went to lunch at Taco Bell today. We walked to the far away Taco Bell instead of the close one located at ASU's Student Union because we went to that one yesterday in search of the most delicious sounding burrito of all time that I had seen advertised on TV and their website... The new Nacho Crunch Grilled Stuft Burrito which appears to contain Carne Asada Steak, warm nacho cheese, crunchy red tortilla strips, green onions, and sour cream all wrapped up in a grilled burrito. Unfortunately, the Taco Bell at the Union is only a Taco Bell Express, so it didn't carry it, which is why Morgan and I went to the further away one today. But for some reason they didn't have it either!!! Just to be sure I hadn't been dreaming, when I got back to the office, I checked their website, because if I were to create a grilled stuft burrito, I am pretty sure that is what I would come up with. It's there alright. I'm just going to have to keep searching until I find one of the participating Taco Bells.

Anyway, while we were there a kind of weird/ gross thing happened. We were eating when this guy...

came strolling in with his friend...

At least his friend was wearing a kind of shirt (that in case you can't make it out reads "been there drank that". Morgan and I figured that he must have thought that a tattoo counted as a shirt as this picture shows.

While this was going on I was reminded of a time that I had eaten at that Taco Bell when a filthy black dog came in and started rolling around all over the floor of the restaurant. It was not a seeing-eye dog, or even a puppy that needed to be watched. It was a yucky adult dog, rolling around on the food covered floor, adding its own special mixture of dirt and hair. Did the Taco Bell employees say anything? They did not. So I guess I should have expected that they would serve this guy.

As Morgan and I got up to leave, I kid you not, a black dog came walking through the door. I started laughing so hard I started to cry, which if you'll remember from my previous post, could have ended really badly. I would have fit in nicely. However, it turned out to really be a seeing-eye dog, so we decided it would be best to not take its picture and distract him from his work and potentially embarrass his owner. I did not use the same discretion while pretending to photograph Morgan (doesn't she look slightly terrified?),

while actually capturing the naked imbecile. (I guess I should clarify... he wasn't actually naked. He had some lovely shorts on like his friend's except they were black and red. He was also wearing flip flops.) Oh, Taco Bell is there anything you can't do? Besides make the Nacho Crunch Grilled Stuft Burrito...

P.S. I apologize for the blurry images. It's hard to stay steady when you are cracking up.