Alex and I had just left Wal*Mart after a 'midnight' (okay, more like 1:30ish) shopping trip that involved me locating just the right type of deodorant and him trying on jeans and then debating whether or not he should get the 30x30 or 32x30.

Just in case you’re wondering, Alex went with a few pairs of each ;)

We coast to the gas station afterwards since we’re damn near running off of fumes and not much else, fill ‘er up; buy smokes and then: “I’m hungry.”

“Let’s go South of the Border.”

Which coincidentally, is just right across the street from the gas station. And another coincidence, from where we’re parked, it was JUST south of us. Hehehe. So we go through the drive-thru, place our order (mmm cheesy potatoes are awesome) and then pull up to the window to pay.

While waiting for our food, I start flicking through the songs on the CD that’s in the car’s CD player. Kayne West’s ‘Golddigger’ comes on and I leave it. Alex turns up the volume and we sit there, listening to the song while we wait. The window opens and our food is passed too us, before I can get to the knob; Alex quickly turns it down.

“No, no! Crank it!” That’s the guy behind the glass.

Alex and I look at each other, shrug and Alex turns the volume back up. Then we stare at the guy. He’s dancing with his arms in the air, grinning at us and I mean a ‘all the teeth showing, howdy ya’ll’ GRIN. We’re both trying not to laugh but smiles appear, it’s funny.

After thanking him and all that, we pull out; now it’s okay to laugh. It was just too funny. This man had his arms in the air, wiggling his upper body and his hips and that damn goofy as hell GRIN.

The interesting part was this: We went to Taco Bell at 2 A.M. and the man who served us? He was Mexican.

(Please note: We’re not racist but the irony of the ‘stereotype’ amused us to no end.)