Possessed by Taco Bell

I’m a fast food employee in NC that DOES NOT work at Taco Bell. Me and my college friend have made a habit of going to Taco Bell once a week. I was standing at my speaker imagining to be anywhere but work and I guess my soul is now posseed by the essence of a 3 am Baja blast. A car rolls up to my speaker imagine that. I answer “hi welcome to Taco Bell”. 

This is NOT Taco Bell. This is your local cookout… my manager looks at me “Keegan what the hell?”. She’s giggling luckily she thinks it’s funny. 15 minutes go by. “After this car go on break and come back not welcome to Taco Bell”.

Ah yes. Taco Bell. The sweet place that touched my heart and has become a meditative place in my dissociative trauma. I long for you at this dark hour. But alas I must work the drive through at another restaurant.