It’s 3am, and there is one car in front of me at the Taco Bell drive-thru line.
At the ordering-menu is a greasy-looking guy on a bicycle. He’s drunk.
Biker: “Ay ay, I wanna an enchilada!”
Taco Bell Employee (on the menu speakerphone): “Um, sir. We can’t serve you if you’re not in a car.”
Biker: “Ay ay enchilada! And a hard shell ta-co.”
Employee: “Sir. We can’t serve you.”
Biker: “WHAT?”
The people in the car in front of me start giggling nervously. A woman says “Oh no!” in a car behind me.