I sit at the table in the Northwest corner. I eat the burrito, save the nachos for Thursday.
This may sound pathetic and gluttonous, but the one event that I look forward to every week is Taco Factory Wednesdays.
I speak broken Spanish.
I eat.
I am content for two days.
But the main reason I am infatuated this even is because it never goes away.
I live one minute away from Taco Factory. Car breaks down- I can walk. From now until forever, a Taco Factory will appear on Wednesdays. It is my hobbit hole, my escape.
Tomorrow is Wednesday. As a matter of fact, any day could be Wednesday if I wanted it to be.
2 comments:
thanks for telling me (:
i never would have known!
what would i do without you?
...can i go with you?
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