Ever
since I’ve known my wife, she’s been in love with Mexican food. She says it came over her when she was pregnant with
our youngest daughter and ever since then she’s had to have Mexican food at
least 5 or 6 times a week. She makes great tacos at home but when we’re on the
road, I try to take her to the nicer Mexican restaurants. However, she absolutely
loves Del Taco almost any time, so since I absolutely love my wife, you know
what they say, “Happy Wife, Happy Life” and off we go for more Del Taco!
Yesterday,
we were running chores all over town and when I started getting hungry for
lunch, I asked her where she wanted to eat. Actually, I asked, “Which Mexican Restaurant do you
want to go to for lunch?” She laughed and said, “Is there a Del Taco nearby?”.
(I don’t even know why I ask.) I remembered that there are a couple of fast
food places, off Marguerite and Avery in Mission Viejo, so we headed that way. We
were deep into a conversation when we pulled into the drive through, but I
stopped talking to ask her, “The usual?”. She said yes, so I leaned out the
window and started my order by saying, “Hi, can I get two Del Tacos and a
Quesadilla?”. The lady in the restaurant said, “You’re in the wrong place.” I
looked again at the menu board and there was a speaker with a sign right next
to it that said, “Order Here”. So I’m thinking, what does she mean, this has to
be the right spot to place an order? Then she clarified things for me. “Sir,
this is not Del Taco. This is Jack in the Box.” Whoops! First time I’ve even
done that and boy did I feel stupid! Fortunately, there was nobody behind me so
I crawled slowly out of the drive thru with my head hanging low, and headed for
the real Del Taco next door, my wife laughing equally at the both of us. Our
expectations were definitely not going to be met by going to the wrong place.
The very first Del Taco in 1964 |
The best things in life are unexpected – because
there were no expectations.
~ Eli Khamarov
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