So Travis and I were heading to Taco Bell, the best place for midnight munchy food, as we will, and we got there and had an incompitent (surprise surprise) person on the little talky box thing. After repeating my order thrice, and them getting it wrong somehow twice as much as that, the lady started telling me her life story and explaining it was her first day. I am sympathetic. First days suck… but it was to a point where I was about to go "Lady, I am sorry but… I just want my fucking FIESTA TACO SALAD! For the love of all that is good and holy, I just want… a fiesta… taco… salad." So, Travis has devised a way to fuck with people the next time this might happen which is the event that warrants mentioning. He looked at me while I was boggling how you could mess up "Bean Burrito" and he said "Kare… next time you know what you should totally do?" I glance to him "What's that?" He smirked… "Okay… get this…"

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Employee: Welcome to Taco Bell can I take your order?

Travis: Hmmm yeah, uh can I get a Fiesta Taco Salad, but I want the Fiesta on the side.

Employee: ~ odd pause ~ Excuse me?

Travis: Well you know… like in a seperate cup. I don't want the Fiesta touching the taco salad part.

Employee: ~ more pause ~ The Fiesta sir?

Travis: Yeah, I'm allergic to the Fiesta, but my wife loves it and puts it on the burrito, so can you put it just on the side please?

Employee: I'm not… sure we can do that sir.

Travis: What do you mean? They had NO problem doing it at the other Taco Bell.

Employee: I don't know what the 'Fiesta' part is… to put it on the side.

Travis: You know… ~long pause~ The Fiesta.

Employee: I don't think we ca–

Travis: You know sometimes people don't want a taco salad that is all "FIESTA!" Sometimes people want … you know, a gentle gathering of ingredients. More like… a soirée taco salad.

Employee: ~ silence ~

Travis: Hello?

Employee: Um..

Travis: Well let's make this easier. Do you have a soirée taco salad? And you can just put the soirée on the side?

Employee: Let me.. get my manager?

Travis: You do that…