September 05, 2003

What more could I say?

Hmmm, I was just looking at it. I again noticed the surrounding soft ring of hair and thought it looked a bit fuzzy. Does that mean I have a fuzzy navel? Hmmm, maybe I need to start collecting royalties every time someone orders one of those from a bartender.

Actually, I had a rather disturbing navel experience earlier today. If you read my earlier entries, you probably saw where I went to Fry's this morning. Well, usually whenever I go to Fry's, I always stop and get something to eat at one of my favorite fast food places, Taco Bueno.* I was afraid I would be late for court, so I got something to go: 5 party tacos. I get the party tacos when I am going to have to eat while driving, because they are smaller and don't bust up as much as those Two Handed Tacos which are quite impossible to eat while driving. I mean you really need one hand on the wheel, don't you? Anyway, somewhere in the middle of munching down the third taco, a bit of the taco shell broke off, somehow managed to get through my buttoned shirt and got right into my navel. Shards of taco shells often have sharp edges, and this shard was definitely sharp. I almost had a wreck trying to extricate that damn little taco shell shard from my navel. It was really difficult to do so holding the uneaten remains of the taco in one hand and keeping the other hand on the steering wheel. Thankfully, I hit a red light, and in the interim was able to remove that tiny, very pain causing, shard of broken taco shell from my delicate navel. Except for my traumatic memories of the event, the navel is none the worse for the ordeal. Such ends tonight's report.

*Taco Bueno has recently remodeled most of its stores from the traditional adobe look to this chrome and formica look that I call the California mode. I do not like the new look as well, and I especially hate the artwork that they display in the newly designed stores. They have these paintings which all have a building that closely resembles the Alamo, and over this building there are two flags flying: The US flag and the Mexican flag. I view this as some kind of slap against the Texans who died defending the Alamo by the artist. If they didn't make the absolute best tacos, I would probably boycott their stores for that transgression.

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Comments

I am very glad I went to bed before I read this harrowing story...I probably would have had nightmares!

Posted by: Susie at September 5, 2003 09:04 AM

......and what would have happened: If driving and eating your taco....your cell phone rang.....you had to flip on your left turn signal to turn....a foxy blond was walking the street to your right...you aspirated part of the taco.......and a bee starts buzzing you.......................and.......hell, take a cab!

Peace

Posted by: oldcatman at September 5, 2003 10:18 AM

Man, your navel has the most INTERESTING adventures!

--TwoDragons

Posted by: Denita TwoDragons at September 5, 2003 10:49 AM

Uh, let's see, 60 miles, cab fare? Hmmm, yeah, when I win the lottery!

Peace! ;)

Posted by: Tiger at September 5, 2003 11:34 AM