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Apr. 28th, 2005 05:13 pmSo my mother, my brother and myself are sitting having lunch at Taco Bell this afternoon and my brother's hunched over his food in a typically male way, holding it with both hands so his eyes are about level with his drink. I thought he was reading the random typical money-giveaway crap that chains always have going on when all of a sudden he says in this completely outraged tone:
"WAIT A MINUTE... THAT DOESN'T MAKE ANY SENSE!"
"What doesn't make any sense?" my mother inquires.
"'TACO BELL'!"
It takes me a moment to figure out that he's perfectly right (what is a taco bell, anyway?) and by then my poor mother's doubled over laughing, completely red in the face, and we can't get her to stop.
Tim and I then decided that they named the chain by picking slips of paper out of two hats, one with Mexican food and one with random nouns. "Hmm... 'Burrito Garage'... no, probably not. 'Enchilada Sneaker'... aw, hell no. 'Taco Bell'... that has a nice ring to it..." >.
"WAIT A MINUTE... THAT DOESN'T MAKE ANY SENSE!"
"What doesn't make any sense?" my mother inquires.
"'TACO BELL'!"
It takes me a moment to figure out that he's perfectly right (what is a taco bell, anyway?) and by then my poor mother's doubled over laughing, completely red in the face, and we can't get her to stop.
Tim and I then decided that they named the chain by picking slips of paper out of two hats, one with Mexican food and one with random nouns. "Hmm... 'Burrito Garage'... no, probably not. 'Enchilada Sneaker'... aw, hell no. 'Taco Bell'... that has a nice ring to it..." >.
