Taco Bell

I seriously try not to be mean with my reviews, but good grief… I don’t know how to better sugarcoat my lunch experience today.
As I was driving out to lunch today, I made a horrible mistake thinking Taco Bell sounded ok. Normally, the very few times I go to Taco Bell, I go to the pinnacle location. It’s usually very clean and has a much higher class of patrons. Today however, I was on the east side of town and stopped at the one on 8^th street. It’s the one that usually has all the unemployed looking meth-​heads that walked from their trailer park to eat a bean burrito off the dollar menu.
As I approached the counter to order, the lady behind the register literally made me sick to my stomach. I had already placed my order and when I went to pay, I noticed a large nasty wart on her neck just below her chin. I can usually deal with that, but this particular wart featured about a dozen gross, black hairs growing all wild out of it. There were a couple about 2 inches long. After I did a triple-​take and swallowed the bile that had come up my throat, I gave her my card. As she ran it, I had visions of Maisy Russel’s uncle, Buck Melamoma, when he met her principal. She had a large wart, but at least had the decency to pluck it. The last thing a hungry lunch-​goer such as myself needs to see is something like that. Taco Bell isn’t known as a delicacy, I understand, but you should never put something like that in public view of paying customers. They will lose their appetite.
Now, I’m pretty strong minded. I immediately went to my happy place to forget what was now burned into my mind. I thought to myself, «I can do this. Focus». I once enjoyed a nice acambaro lunch special after noticing roaches on the wall. I choked down a king burrito once while a methed out homeless guy picked scabs off his legs. I’ve eaten many times at twin peaks after watching those skanks run around in skimpy outfits, smelling the place up with stale cigarette smoke stench and valtrex cream. So, I got my food and chose the very back corner booth and sat facing the wall. I was Doing pretty good blocking it all out and trying to enjoy this shit food they pass off as mexican cuisine. I was down to my last chillito (used to be called that, but changed to the dumber chili-​cheese burrito several years ago), when I glance to my side, and there is ol’ moley wiping down a table. My eyes were immediately, once again focused on that hairy monstrosity hanging from her neck. I put my burrito down and was done.
I guess this is to be expected though for fast food workers. And to think, these are the people demanding $ 15 per hour.

Yeah, I know. It’s a Taco Bell. What’s so special? I’ve been to a few TB’s in my life and I’ve seen some really poor ones and a few good ones. Missed items, poorly wrapped burritos, the wrong sauces, a cup full of ice with two ounces of soda. All that. So when I visit a decent one, I think it’s important to note it as such.
Today’s visit was ideal. There was no line («queue» for the Brits out there), the counter person was not only friendly and efficient, but it was clear that English was her first language, my order was prepared quickly and accurately, and the sauces display was nearly organized.
When I opened my carrier bag to eat my lunch, I found that the order was prepared accurately and the items were wrapper properly, especially the burrito. Yay, TB!