This taco bell… Do not let the naysayers stray you away from this journey. Having embarked on it myself, I can confirm that there are many benefits to be reaped.
I will not lie, the journey was long and arduous. It was not easy to place my order, as the gate keeper rejected my initial attempt, claiming that the deluxe cravings box cannot be requested. Even when trying another option, the normal cravings box, she rejected me once more. She claimed that she could only accept a mobile order to begin my quest. I did not stray away at this difficulty, my lust for taco bell couldn’t be deterred.
After placing my order, I knew I wouldn’t be given the nourishment I sought as easily as I would’ve liked. My greatest enemy stood between me and my taco bell. Time. I watched as the car ahead sat, for what seemed like ages. Even as they pulled away, I could see that my order was yet to be completed. I was lusting like a hound in heat, yet there was nothing I could do. Only the sip of the readily prepared baja blast quenched my overwhelming desire to feast upon the mexican-american phenom that is taco bell.
Finally, my order arrived. As the drive-thru worker handed me the bag, I was astonished. I had only requested two of each sauce, but I peered in; there was enough sauce to feed a village! I couldn’t wait to get home. I unpacked my meal in the parking lot, diving straight into the taco. I was disappointed to see that despite my extra dollar, they left out the tomatoes. “No matter”, I thought to myself, devouring it like a prisoner of war who hadn’t seen real food in years. I couldn’t believe that my four course meal was just beginning. As I moved forward, the burrito disappeared in mere moments. Each bite, I could feel the heavy meat and cheese, filling me up. At last, I was at the chalupa. My dear beloved chalupa. I could not fault anybody but myself for the way you turned out. As I began biting into it, I realized something was horribly wrong. The pita was hard. I had let it sit too long. No matter how much sauce I lathered on the chalupa, it could not be resurrected. This last main course was a tragedy that I had no one to blame but myself. Although I mourned quickly, I did not let it ruin the celebration that I went through such difficulty to reach. I finished off the baja blast and cinnamon twists, concluding my indulgence.
As I conclude my report on this taco bell, I remind those that shall come after me on the same path I once trekked. Embark on it! Do not fear treachery. Although there is much to lose, there is still much to gain.
Signing off,
Mcgladdery