Taco Tuesday Vs The Universe
Let me start out by saying that I love tacos.
I love all mexican food. Really, I just call it “Food”, yes, a proper noun, not mexican food, because I love it that much. Good Food can really brighten up your day, and nothing else goes better with a cerveza on a hot day.
or a cold day
or a rainy day
But the Taco is the Ultimate Food Achievement. A GREAT taco is a thing of pure beauty. Something that should be admired, enjoyed, and then publicized to all your friends. Every Tuesday my people pay our reverence to the Taco but taking lunch together and trying to find a delicious taco to make the afternoon more tolerable.
Having said that, I’m sure you can now understand how I was thoroughly miffed that The Universe conspired against me today.
Really, The Universe started taking swings at me last night. I left work almost 2 hours late, and was really hungry, so I figured I’d order a pizza. Then I felt guilty about eating pizza instead of the salad that was waiting in my fridge. To cure this guilt (because really, I wasn’t going to just kiss pizza good-bye), I decided that I’d order the pizza, eat a healthy salad and then only eat a slice or two of pizza after the salad. This seemed like a lot of win to me.
Then I called Pizza Hut to place an order. I was immediately put on hold and was on hold so long that I was able to walk all the way from the train stop to my apt without being taken off of hold, so I hung up. I wondered if this was a sign that I shouldn’t eat the pizza, but brushed it off after a little while and called again. This time I was put on hold, then taken off of hold but still no spoken to. It was like the Hut-Worker just put the receiver on the table and proceeded to yell at the other Hut-Workers. This went on for 2 minutes before I finally got the hint. The Universe didn’t want me to eat any pizza Monday night, so I gave up and ate the salad.
Then this morning I get to work and find out that our Operations Manager was running late. Where I come from (the office, mostly) running late means you have to bring donuts for everyone. Banking on this free snack, I sat patiently at my desk, waiting and waiting.
While I was waiting, my frienemy (friend + enemy) Swabby came over and we started talking about where to go for lunch for Taco Tuesday. I thought we’d go to Gallo Blanco since I’d liked the tacos I had there last week. So now I had two meals planned out. Free Coffee & Donuts, then tacos. This was going to be a pretty sweet day.
Then I found out that the Operations Manager was NOT coming in because he was in jail. Not only was I deprived of donuts, but without his consent, I couldn’t take the 90-120 min lunch that would be needed to get some good tacos.
Yes, dude got locked up and put in jail because The Universe didn’t want me to have any tacos.