The Taco Stand
drgorgeous73
Published
11/26/2010
One morning I walked into the living room to find my roommate staring into his dog's eyes.
I asked, "What the hell are you doing, Charlie?"
Charlie replied, "Shhhhhhh! I think we're communicating."
I just laughed because good old Charlie was all saying shit like that. I mean he is one of those guys that is really dumb. You know like really stupid. I feel sorry for him most of the time, since he's so dumb and all. I just sat on the edge of the couch watching these two stare at each other. Christ, they did this for about 6 hours. I got bored pretty quick and walked into the kitchen to fix some coffee. Most people think I look too young for coffee and that's probably why I drink it so much. You know just to mess with people. I do that when I get bored.
So I take my coffee back into the living room and my idiot roommate is still staring at this dog.
I asked, "So Charlie, what the hell is this mongrel telling you?"
Charlie gave me a bewildered look and said, "He wants to go to the taco stand."
Oh man! That really got me laughing hard. I rolled off the couch, onto the floor, laughing so goddamn hard. I spilled my coffee and almost burnt my chest off. No kidding! I just kept laughing for about 2 hours straight. I got bored after that and decided tacos didn't sound too bad. I told Charlie to leash up his mutt and we'd go get tacos. Off we went, like a bunch of loons.
We get to the taco stand and Charlie remembers he has no money. This really made me mad. Charlie was always doing shit like this too. He's one of those guys who loves to go places and never has money on him. He expects someone else to pay for his stupidness. If I really cared that much, I would have punched him in his dumb old face a long time ago. After about 3 hours of arguing with him and his dumb dog, I decided to just pay for the goddamn tacos. I even got a taco for that miserable dog. I felt sorry for that dumb dog sometimes. You know belonging to Charlie and all. Anyway, we got the tacos and started walking back home.
We had to cross this busy intersection on the way. Since we had spent so much time at the taco stand it was getting really dark out. You know, dark enough that cars going by have trouble making out your face. That damn intersection was so busy. We stood there for probably 2 hours or so waiting on a break in traffic. I got so damn bored waiting like that. I started to whistle because I do that when I get bored.
Charlie snapped, "Cut out that goddamn whistling!"
After you buy a guy and his mutt tacos, you expect to be able to whistle a little bit while you're waiting on traffic, you know? That's just the kind of guy old Charlie was. So I waited for this big semi to come roaring down the road and kicked old Charlie right in the back. I can kick pretty hard. A lot of people don't think I can kick like that, but I can if I really try. Charlie fell out right under that truck's tires. Then the damn dog got jerked out too. I felt bad about that. I didn't really want the dog to get hit too. At least, he won't have to stare at that goddamn Charlie for 5 hours every morning. I finally got home and started eating those tacos. They were good, but I got bored pretty quick. So, I didn't eat the taco I bought for the dog. I didn't think that would be right. I didn't want people to think I was mean, you know?
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