Where tacos go to hell
That reminds me of a time late one night at a Taco Bell drive through. My teen son was in the passenger seat listening for the voice on the speaker. When they spoke, asking what we wanted, my son tapped me on the shoulder to go ahead with our order...I was still deciding what I wanted, so I said...”umm” for like two seconds, and my son acted funny at the voice’s response. He told me to back up and not order. There were no cars behind me, so I did. He then asked me to leave and go somewhere else, still, without telling me why — as if the voice was running out of taco hell to chase us. I left at his urgent request. Once on the road heading to get some burgers, he finally told me why he acted so bizarre and insisted I leave that place...
Because when I said “um”, the voice over the speaker replied,
“We don’t sell um.”