Today my dad came and got me from my grandmothers to take me out for a taco because my Poppy just passed away and well doing just about anything with my dad makes me feel better, but getting a taco is definately the most special. I’m ordering at Taco Bell with my dad. I order a simple cheesy bean and rice burrito no pico. The rude man interrupts my order and says we don’t sell those and I’m like huh dude put rice on a burrito. And he’s like ugh let me get my shift manager. And I’m murdering this man with my eyes. Then he makes all these dumb adjustments and gets it. Then he looks at me and goes I used to have a button for it. Does he want a cookie for making things hard? Line face.

XOXO.