Part 1.
Hunger Strike
I stopped in to mighty on my way home last night between the 2nd and 3 period.
This story would be better if you were listening to me tell it, because there is a bunch of parts that just don’t come out right in text… but anywho.
Part 2.
I didn’t want it that HOT
I’m standing next to this older gentleman, think crazy haired calc teacher, ordering a super mighty when I see the 12 year old making my taco start bugging out. His arms are flapping in the air like Kermit the frog and shit, so this guy and I are looking at each other like WTF. then we see and smell it, the whole backend was full of smoke, so I ask the manager (the crazy broad with like 40 mighty years) to make my order to go… as the old guy and myself both felt that there isn’t much dignity in dying at mighty taco.
Part 3.
Wheres the “11” on the Phone?
So the manager lady has about as much self control as the battalion of 12 year olds she’s commanding. She’s on the phone running around in circles calling 911, while the old guy and I tell the one kid to kick on the exhaust fans to clear the smoke, and that he needed to get our tacos done ASAP.
Part 4.
All in the Family
It turns out the 2 guys that are part of the family sitting in the dining room are firemen. So they start to take notice of the crazy lady and ask us if everything is alright. Me being the quick thinker I am, I answered back “sure, it’s all under control. Just sit back and enjoy the taco.” See, I didn’t want these fucks rushing for the door and getting in the way of my speedy exit. 
Man I’m smart.
Part 5.
The Great Escape
With the fans on high, the smoke begins to clear, and the might soldiers were back to making tacos. Apparently if the building is on fire, that’s not a big issue to them, but hey… as long as I get my tacos, I don’t care who dies. The crazy manager lady comes running up from the back “they say we all need to get outta here!” I assume “they” is the fire dept; apparently she needed a second opinion on the whole get the fuck out of the burning building thing. :bloated:
She runs to me and grabs my money and throws my change at me. In the mean time I’m just watching over my shoulder to make sure the family behind me didn’t hear her telling the workers that we all needed to leave. (remember I’m all about me getting out alive)
(Interlude)
This may seem like a long time, that’s because it was. My super mighties were made pretty much the whole time, but there was this handicapped kid trying to put cheese in those little cups. It took him a good 5-10 min to fill 2 of them. I think he may have died in the blaze.
(End)
So there was 1 competent kid there (he must have been 14 or something) and he rushes over to assist in filling my cup with cheese. (Yeah, 2 guys to fill a cup of cheese) :bloated:
I grab my bag and am about to head out when the crazy lady stops me and says “you forgot your drinks”… some how this is more important than the building burning down. (color me confused)
So I turn to grab them, and then she asks me if I would like a drink holder. WTF crazy lady, the god damn building is on fire!!!
So naturally, I say “sure”, and stay in the burning building just a little longer.
As I get my drinks and start heading for the door with my new found calc teacher like friend we open the door, and shout over to the family at the table letting them know it may not be such a bad idea to wrap those tacos up and split.
Part 6.
The End
Kudos to the Main and Transit fire dept for their speedy response. I noticed 4 or 5 trucks on their way to mighty and the Saab and I made our speedy escape with the tacos and drinks (in a holder of course).
That’s it, that’s my story. Its true… none of the names have been changed to protect the guilty or innocent.
