Taco Bell Girl,
Every week, I come in to town with my father to help my grandmother, who lives alone and needs help with mowing her lawn and taking care of her house. We leave his work at 11:30 and proceed to head down to her house. Before we leave, I tend to go on a stroll through the streets of the town and check out the fine businesses and shops that I find, and I normally roam around on the campuses of the local university.
While walking this morning, I found myself craving a breakfast meal, so I headed down to the nearby Taco Bell, which I had heard had a great dollar menu. When I arrived at the Taco Bell, you greeted me with a smile and asked what I would like to purchase. Going off the dollar menu, I selected to hash browns and a small fountain drink. I paid the three dollars and twenty-four cents needed and proceeded to wait for my order to be completed.
When my order was completed, I was astounded with what I saw. Placed on my tray with my hash browns was a medium cup for my fountain drink! It was completely unexpected and unprecedented. I was flabbergasted. I checked to see if I had read the menu wrong, and I hadn’t. My mind raced to come up with a reason as to why you would do this, but I could only think of two scenarios. Maybe you had made a simple mistake and merely grabbed the wrong cup. Or, perhaps, you did this grand gesture out of the kindness of your heart. I choose to believe you did the latter.
In a world filled with chaos, hate, and fear, you have managed to help me find solace in your fine dining establishment. Truly, you are a hero of the morning consumer. The fifty-nine cents that you spared me has become a great aid to fulfilling my dreams. You have changed my life forever.
In short, Taco Bell Girl, you are an inspiration to fast-food workers everywhere. Your sacrifice and care to my well-being will not go unnoticed.
Godspeed, Taco Bell Girl
Evan Marino
