don chilitos…no me gusto….burp

I have somehow gotten through 37 years of my life without eating at don chilitos in mission.  I’ve heard it mentioned often but was never even really sure where it was located.  Well now I work within walking distance of it and today met a bunch of former co-workers there for lunch.  It went a little something like this:

I walk in and my first shock is its an order and pay before you sit down and eat kinda place.  Not only is it that, its almost cafeteria style service.  No big deal, but I do have to hustle to figure out what i want as there are only two guys in front of me and they have clearly done this before.

So I approach the counter and pick up my tray which i quickly discover is sticky.  So now I’M sticky and wondering where exactly I can wipe my hand.  I have to abandon this project though as I’m asked what i want and then of course am told my chicken option will cost me more….damn my turketarian ways.  Much to my dismay i receive my order within about 30 seconds.  Should one really be able to get a full mexican platter in that short amount of time?

I move up to the register where i now can pick up a cup for beverage.  The cups for beverages look exactly like the Styrofoam cups you get at a gas station…and i wonder if they didn’t just raid the local kwik shop for cups.

While I wait to pay i notice a basket of desserts that says cash only.  At this point I think two things….shit i hope its just the desserts that are cash only (which it was) and I’m pretty sure those desserts had been there since the beginning of time.

Now I head to the booth my friends already occupy and pass the pit-o-tortilla chips.  It’s clearly a help yourself to chips and salsa deal and it makes me shudder as I think of how many hands have probably been in said pit.  I then spend the rest of lunch trying to nonchalantly avoid the chips and salsa at OUR table.

After starting my way through my three tacos I realize I did not eat nearly as fast as I should have when I get to my third taco.  It is so soggy I wind up having to eat it with my fork.  I also go through about 4 napkins and still managed to get grease on my pants.

So the company was great (I laughed so hard I cried…but don’t ask me what the ‘would you rather’ question was that provoked it…you’ll be me) I just didn’t love the food.

The funniest part is I had a pre-warning from a friend that the food was not so great.  Sometimes I think said friend has pretentious food preferences (sorry) and so i didn’t pay much attention.  What he SHOULD have told me was sweet jesus dont eat there.

all cubevilles are not created equally

I have determined that no matter where you work….there will always be indignities.  My new 8-5 home has no ice makers.  Not even any in the 4 fridges we have.  There are bags of ice people have brought in…but its clear they melted b/w point of purchase and the office and have now refrozen into one giant ice mass.  And I didn’t want to be the new girl making a ruckus with an ice pick…so i took in some ice trays and made ice.

its never too early to learn nothing in life is free

The husband and i ventured out for our bi-weekly purchase of food at our local grocery establishment last weekend.  I hate the trip and HATE spending a 1/3 of a paycheck on food.  This fine morning as we pulled up we saw we would have some unwanted obstacles this morning in the form of cute little girls in school uniforms holding manila envelops.  As we approached we saw them huddled in the corner and just as I thought we might skate through the adult in charge sends out her two cutest girls. Before we make it to the door they are crowding our knees and aside from kicking them I have no other option than to hesitate as they ask us to help their school out.  The husband and I mumble something about no cash and do a little dance around the pair.

Now, while we have all encountered the random pleas to buy our popcorn, cookies, wrapping paper, underwear…this morning was different.  This group of kids were from a private school in the area and they weren’t selling anything…nothing  They were really just asking for a handout.  And I get it…trust me…I know all the schools need help.  But here’s my problem with this instance. Their parents are paying (probably a pretty penny) for them to go to that school.  How is it that the school now needs help with paying for something?  And, how is it they just expect me to hand over a $5 or $10 and get nothing in return?  At least the girl scouts give us cookies (and an expanding waistline) in exchange for the cash and most schools offer up local discounts or books or something.  But these two little girls wanted me to just hand them some cash.

Im pretty sure thats just panhandling.  They are just using two super cute kids instead of a ‘my dog needs food’ sign.  I told the husband I should have asked them why i should feel obligated to hand them over cash when I myself was no longer employed.  He didnt think that was funny…and im pretty sure thats why im not allowed out alone.