A few nights ago I was driving home and was overcome with the pangs of hunger. There's a few ways to take care of a deep hunger in the middle of the night, but the only one that isn't totally revolting is Taco Bell.
Hip Hip Hooray for the 3:00 A.M. Taco Bell Run!!!!!
I drive through this oasis that distributes meat and cheese on a taco shell and made my order. The total was $9.90. I gave the man a $20 bill. He voided the register, pocketed the $20, gave me change from his pocket and handed me my food.
HE WAS NOT A MANAGER!!!
This little scamster is skimming off the books from the good people at Taco Bell. Do I care? Not really, but I'd never bring it up out of fear that my next Taco will be spat upon by some disgruntled, hourly underling.
Although I appreciate the enterprising spirit of this little rogue, it isn't the way to get ahead. If one is going to steal, go for the prize, don't nickle and dime Taco Bell.
Monday, March 14, 2005
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