My school hosts a three day musical event that the high school concert band, choir, woman’s chorale, and middle school bands and choir plays at.  Of course, it is a long collage style concert, but most people really enjoy going to it to watch everyone.  Or so that is what I am told. 

It was just after the last concert- the last holiday concert of my high school career- and a couple of my friends, Marie, Ray, Joe, and Mark all wanted to go to Taco Bell.  I should have known right off the bat, that I should go home and get some sleep because I already had a pounding headache from lack of sleep.  But I decided, you only live once!

We all there and order food.  Mark and Joe go to sit down because Ray, Marie, and I were still waiting for our food.  I go to sit down, and my nachos get made fun of.  Apparently they looked like someone pooped on top of nachos and put red sauce on top of it- and yes, I could not eat them after that. 

I was sitting across from Mark and from time to time I would accidentally kick him.  I didn’t mean to, I swear!  Our conversation generally was about the concert and how happy we were that it was over.  They all wanted to kill the song Sleigh Ride that we played during the concert because it was a hard song.  Personally, I enjoyed playing it.  Then, somehow my nachos that weren’t  eaten yet, were thrown on the floor. We’d already been there two hours. 

“So, you think May is pregnant?” Mark asks.  May is our band teacher.

“Prolly not, she said she wasn’t a couple months ago, remember?  Besides, if she was she would be a lot rounder by now.  Or she just wouldn’t be showing.” Marie says in return, then under her breath says, men. 

Another accidental kick from me.  I think I really bruised up his legs… oops. 

“What is your problem?  Do you mean to kick him and just apologizing to make yourself feel better?”  Ray tells me- Ray is Mark’s older brother.  I didn’t answer him because he should know me well enough that I wouldn’t kick anyone on purpose.

The rest of the two hours spent at Taco Bell remained the same.  The employees would cheer every fifteen minutes if they had 100% satisfaction with their customers.  They did that so no one comitted suicide on the job-my theory.  Words of advice, don’t stay in Taco Bell for more than a half hour because after that you learn a lot more about Taco Bell than you bargained for.