Man its not easy growing old.
I go to Taco Bell. And I want to order this Breakfast Combo deal ($5 and change out the door). But its a little complicated. Because you can order either bacon or sausage or beef or coffee or some other beverage or hashbrowns or these cinnamon things or etc.
But my eyesight is getting so bad these days, and the lettering on the damn menu on the damn wall is so damn small I can barely read the damn thing. Damn.
So I ask the guy working the cash register — this young fellow — to explain to me exactly what my options are with the Breakfast Combo.
But my hearing is also getting so bad these days, and the guy is talking so softly, and with a heavy accent, that I can barely understand a word he’s saying.
He says: “You can get one bbbbbb or two bbbbbb or three bbbbbb.”
“What??” I said.
He repeats: “You can get one bbbbbb or two bbbbbb or three bbbbbb.”
We go through this routine a third time.
Finally I realize this is hopeless. So I say:
“It doesn’t matter. Either one is fine with me.”
So he rings up my order.
I realized I like just about everything on the Taco Bell menu. And just about everything on the Taco Bell menu tastes the same anyways. So what difference does it make anyways.
So I’m now enjoying my Breakfast Combo. And, needless to say, its quite delicious.