July 17, 2004

Taco Bell

I was watching the Tribe open a huge can of whoop-ass on the Mariners last night out on the west coast and early in the morning in these parts when a Taco Bell commercial came on. It's not like I was hungry, but I got this taste for pseudo-Mexican because of all that subliminal stuff they put on the screen like the steam rising from the double-shelled taco, that, in real life, I have never seen.

It's like what ... 12:30 or so, and the game is totally out of hand for the Mariners ... then there is this little message on the bottom of the screen: "Open till at least midnight," or something like it. I mean if I would have blinked at the wrong time, I would have missed it.

And here, I always thought that Taco Bell drive-thrus were like open till like 2 or 3 in the morning, which is, technically, "at least midnight," but it was after midnight; and what if I drove the eight miles or so only to find that the place was closed like ten minutes ago? Bummer, man. That girl with the curly hair stuck up on top of her head would laugh, "We're clo-osed," just like those girls with the curly hair on top of their heads are programmed to do.

So, with the way things were going for the Indians, I decided that it might be better if I continued watching. You just never know when you are the thing that is making them pound the Mariners ... if I went out, stopped watching, turned off the game, it might have been lights out for the Tribe and a big comeback for the Mariners. Things like that happen. That's what happened to Bill Buckner. Really.

I decided not to risk it.

Posted by Bill at July 17, 2004 11:25 AM
Comments

Probably a good thing. They would have seen that white VW bug with The Who sticker coming and shut off all the lights and then for sure that girl with the curly hair on top of her head would have said "We're clo-osed" without a doubt...

Posted by: Keri at July 17, 2004 11:55 AM

Of course you know that thinking like that is what is killing the American economy!

Go buy taco bell

Posted by: Jeff A at July 17, 2004 01:28 PM

Pseudo-Mexican. Nail on the head. Real men do not eat Taco Bell. Period. Only pseudo-macho men (or curly-headed moppets) who never had a real jalepeno in their life eat at "The Bell". (Once upon a time, decades ago, a group of young high school girls waited until long past the midnight close, and furtively procured the bell off the top of a local Cowtown Taco Bell, and placed it in the front yard of the principal. Not that Pattie knew a thing about it....)

Posted by: Cowtown Pattie at July 19, 2004 10:49 PM