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.
