Spew

Kb and I went out tonight. I had been looking forward to it all week. Our date nights generally consist of grocery shopping, frozen pizza, and maybe a Redbox. We may be lame, but I just love being with my man. And we're poor newlyweds.

Tonight, however, we hit up Taco Bell, lured by the new Dorito taco.

                                


Just as Kenny was finishing up my food (he's the cure to my eyes-are-bigger-than-my-stomach syndrome), I noticed a young boy sitting with his grandparents.

The boy abruptly stood up, took two hurried steps, and spewed all over the floor. Yes, he threw up his ever-lovin Taco Bell. The grandparents leaped into action. Grandma pushed her napkin up against his mouth and ushered him toward the bathrooms. Grandpa grabbed several handfuls of napkins and soaked up the spew, quietly discarding the evidence.

At this point, I looked around. No one had noticed.  And Grandpa wasn't telling anybody.

Are you kidding me? Isn't there a socially appropriate protocol for this sort of situation? Like, alert the cleaning crew, perhaps?

I was beginning to regret that Dorito taco. Kb, on the other hand, was just thankful that he had not seen it and could enjoy my leftovers in peace. He did wonder if we were on that "What Would You Do?" show.  Surely not; that much spew could not be staged.

Meanwhile, Grandpa went back to eating, incoming patrons walked across the ground that was moments before defiled, and the young boy returned to the table with his Grandma. Not only did he return to the table, he immediately started shoving food in his mouth.

Oy. That was our cue to move on out.  Off to Aldi's we went!

PS. Reviews on the Dorito taco are in and the votes are split:
I enjoyed it. Normally, I prefer a soft shell, but if I'm going with a hard shell, I'll make it a Dorito.
Kb was unimpressed. He thinks "it tastes flaky, as in fake." He was disappointed that he could not "capture the taste of the Dorito."