Good Good! Fresh Fresh! Pervert Time!

For once in a blue mood I was granted lunch at noon! I had to take advantage of this opportunity and hit up the local hot spot. I called up Migs. Picked him up. He called Brader. And the three of us met for lunch at Taco Time.

It was pretty nice to get out of the bank for an hour on payday. Taco Time during the lunch hour is just as packed as the bank. Most of the workers are held behind the counter receiving and making orders. There aren't any Taco Time workers to walk around and pick up garbage. But this time there was one worker walking around offering to pick up trays and dispensing friendly phrases along the way.

While Migs is trying to talk to us, Brad and I are overhear this guy talking to a female customer tossing her trash.

'Hi. Was your meal good?'

'Uh, yes it was thank you.'

'Would you like to know why it was so good?'

'Um...sure.'

'Because I made it for you.'

Brad's eye's light up in shock. I am trying not to laugh audibly. Migs is flat out confused about why we are laughing when he is being serious. The lady walks out probably creeped out to the max. And the worker continues his rounds.

Brad and I are trying to explain to Migs what just happened when the guy makes his way back in our direction. First, he talks to the mother, who Migs thinks is a downright milf, and her little girl sitting across from us.

'Oh, Hi...Is that quesadilla yummy??'

The little girl nods 'yes' in fright. The mom smiles awkwardly.

'Yeah? Good choice!'

Wow. At this point I'm ready to go back to work. But Brad offers to go get me a refill so I'm stuck in my seat until he comes back. Right as Brad gets back the worker circles back to our table.

'Hey, guys, how's it goin'? How was your food?

'Good.'

Creepy Taco Time Worker 'Can I take that trash for you?'

US--- 'No, that's ok.'

C.T.T.W. ---'Are you headed back to work?'

Me -- I'm backing up trying to escape. 'Um, yeah. So, I'll see you guys later. Call you aft....'

C.T.T.W. --- 'Oh yeah, do you guys all work together?'

All three, 'No.'

C.T.T.W. --- 'Well that's cool. What do you all do?'

Me --- 'Well, I gotta go. I gotta get back to work. See ya, Matt and Brad....later... taco... time...guy...'

C.T.T.W. --- 'Oh, thanks, you have a good one, too.'

After I leave the taco time guy keeps asking questions about me.


'He had to get back to work, huh?
So, where does that guy work? What does he do?'

Brad and Matt -- 'Sorry...uhh...we gotta go.'

WTF. It's one thing to care about your customers and offer to take there trash or ask about your service. It's another thing to prey upon them like a pedophile. Good thing I drove or else he might have followed me the two blocks back to the bank on foot. Matt has advised me never to return. I kind of wonder if he does that to all the teens who walk in for lunch from Bellevue High School....Pervert alert. This guy games on anything that walks into Taco Time.

I know what you're thinking. He saw my ad back in July 2007 on craigslist and he just wants a little 'SEXY TIME NOW!!!!'