Sauce

Rob makes a trip to the drive-thru for some tacos.

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Hi. I'm Rob. Tale number fifty-four. Sauce. I was driving home from work late one night. It was probably one in the morning. And I had never eaten dinner, so I decided to go through the drive-thru at Taco Bell. I pulled up to the menu, a voice from the speaker box asked me for my order. I told them I wanted two potato tacos. And they said, Would you like any sauce with that? And I always forget what the spiciness levels of the sauces at Taco Bell are. And so I said, What kind of sauce do you have again? And she said, mild, hot, and fire. I wanted something spicy, but not something too spicy. So I said, Can I get a couple packs of each of them? And then I heard a long deep sigh. And then the voice said, Drive around. So I drove up, and I paid, and then they handed me a bag, and I grabbed the bag. It weighed at least two or three pounds, a lot more than the two tiny tacos that I had ordered. I didn't want to cause a scene, so I put it in my passenger seat without looking inside and headed home. As I drove to my apartment, I stuck my hand in the bag, and all I could feel was packets of sauce. I thought they had forgotten my tacos, but when I got inside, I dumped the bag out on my kitchen table, and the tacos had just been buried beneath all the sauce. I had never seen so much sauce. I ignored my dinner and started counting the sauces. Seventy-six packs of sauce. Mild, hot, fire. More sauce than I could ever use. If I had opened all the sauce packets up and poured them into a bucket, it would have been about three cups of sauce. That's a lot of sauce. 76 packets of sauce. Our theme music is by Mitchell Hardge. Thanks to Ben, Gordon, Marcella, and Melanie, who are always there to bounce ideas around. You can find us on Instagram and at robtellstales.com. And thanks to you for listening.