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Tonight, @sarahkuhn took me to the very classiest of dining establishments, and we feasted like the classy, classy ladies we are. I refer, of course, to the Taco Bell Cantina, where they will serve you ALCOHOLIC SLUSHIES, and you can CUSTOMIZE YOUR FOOD on a touch screen.
Anyone has ever seen me eat a burrito (or as most reasonable people would call it, a "burrito") knows that I eat the weirdest white girl version of that particular food item in the world.
My preferred Taco Bell order is a beef burrito supreme, no onions, no lettuce, no rice, no beans, light cheese, double tomato, extra sour cream. No one ever gets it right, and why should they? It's ridiculous.
Thanks to the beauty of the TOUCH SCREEN, I got two burritos AS I LIKE THEM delivered to my table by a Taco Bell employee who couldn't quite keep herself from giggling at me. As well she should, my food is ridiculous.
(I should note, for Sarah's sake, that I ASKED to go to the Taco Bell Cantina. Because how the hell do you turn that experience down?)
