The Sisterhood of the traveling fried green tomatos pants

Today my sinful impatience showed up at Taco Bell. I hate working on sermons that God then puts in my face with 24 hours of finishing them. Lynn wanted Taco Bell today. (Yuck!) So, because I love my wife I took her there. We went to the one on 81 and Cable Rd. It's brand new and looks very nice inside and out. It has a nice atmosphere with free wifi so I would recommend it as a place to hang, especially if you have your laptop. Anyway...



As we got into the restaurant I knew I was in for a life lesson for who should be in front of me but 5 women dressed in clothes too young for their age and exceeding their weight limit. (Definite stress fractures showing in many places). I dub these ladies "The Sisterhood of the traveling green fried tomato pants." If you've ever had to suffer through any or all of those movies, you'll get what I mean. So, we came into the restaurant and these ladies didn't have enough collective brain power to run a night light. (I know a little on the mean side.) Each one had to ask how many colories were in each item they were thinking of purchasing. By the way they looked, it didn't seem like that had been too much of a concern before they came into the restaurant.



Anyway, after taking 10 minutes to work the coloric makeup of the entire Taco Bell menu, they finally settled on a cheese and bean buritto. Not really but the diet pop they drank didn't cancel out the calories of what they had ordered. Ah, but the story is still yet incomplete. Once they had settled on what they wanted to purchase, they tried to do so with an out of date school discount card. After another 5 minutes of arguing, they finally made the purchase. But, to top it all off, when the bill came to some odd dollars and 27 cents, they then dug into thier change purses and come up with change in pennies and nickles. Another 5 minutes. Needless to say, Lynn was keeping me on a short rope and a low tone of voice because I wanted to leave right after they asked for the caloric count on a cheesy, volcanic taco and tell them....well, we'll skip what I wanted to say.



So, can I ask, for all you Sisterhood ladies; if you want to know the caloric intake of something that's gonna start at 1500 calories to begin with, be kind to all of us waiting behind you and chekc it out on the restaurants web page before you come. And one more thing, don't give away your real age that you're trying to hide with dressing too young by counting out exact change in pennies and nickles. Who knows the life you might be saving is YOUR OWN!



But, I'm not bitter or anyting. Having fun in Lima....Brian.