I remember the VERY first time I ate there. I was 17 years old and had just graduated from high school. I was visiting my dad and family in Seattle. The boy across the street was a bat boy for the Mariners and he took me to a game. After we stopped at Taco Bell. Prior to this time, we had always had Time Time. (The Taco Time on 400 south which was next door to a Taco Bell to be specific. We ate there 2 or 3 times a week in my memory. They had felt pictures on the walls of bull fighters. But Taco Time is not the point of this blog.)
I believe I ordered 2 tacos. I don't know if I specified soft or crunchy and really don't know which I received. I do remember the lovely yellow wrapping. So this boy and I were eating out Taco Bell at like 11:00 pm - really the only the acceptable time to eat Taco Bell. I do remember that for some reason I didn't eat my second taco. Not only that, I slid it under the seat of this guy's car. It was some yellow mustang type car. Something I am sure he babyed.
Now here's the thing, he ended up being a jerk and later on in life I remembered that hidden taco and laughed to myself. Even now, more than 15 years later, I still laugh at the stench that he must have found in his car weeks later.
(if you see a resemblance between McKenzie and me, please comment. Rick says he can see it but isn't exactly sure what it is. For those of you that don't know, Kenzie is my half brother.)
