i just wanted a goddamn liter of cola

i havent had much of an appetite in the last few days for some reason. but today, for dinner, i got kind of hungry. i'm working on a take home exam, so i didnt really want to make anything myself, and opted to go to taco bell.

i ordered one of my favorites there, #6. the chicken baja chalupa meal. great. the drive thru line was small, the guy repeated my order, i was in and out and home in 10 minutes. fantastic for a fast food establishment in this city. but of course, why would it be that easy? because they fucked up my order, as usual, that's why.

for you taco bell novices, there are 2 sauces for chalupas. there's the baja sauce that i wanted, and some white creamy/sour creamish type dealy sauce, which i find absolutely repuslive. naturally, they gave me the gross white sauce. sometimes in the past i have sucked it up and eaten it anyway, but i was not in the mood today. no, not at all.

so i got back in my car and went back to taco bell. i threw the bag of crushed food (ok, so i sloppily put it back in the bag) onto the counter and said "i ordered baja sauce. this is not baja sauce." this fat bitch behind the counter looks at it, brings it to the kitchen for half a second, then comes back and tells me it's baja sauce. "no, it's not. i tried it," i replied. so she goes back to the kitchen, and some equally fat and equally bitchy woman comes out from the back with the bottle of it and says that it's baja sauce. "ugh. just give me my money back."

i'm not sure how many times i've had taco bell, but i definitely know the difference between baja sauce and shit. and when she printed out the refund receipt she asked me to write my name, address, and phone number on it. right, like i'm going to give taco fucking bell that shit. so i just made stuff up. sure, if i gave the real number i could've bitched to the manager when he/she called, but i dont have time for that now. if it wasnt finals time, maybe. but not now.

so now i'm starving here back at my apartment. i did get a free soda out of it because i didnt bring that back. i guess its time to go make myself a fucking sandwich. at least this way if it's fucked up i'll only have myself to blame.