Four friends, out late, decide to make a stop for a 4th meal when all hell breaks out. Why is it that some friends can always turn a dire situation somehow fun? We discuss this, and a whole lotta Taco Bell on “Live Mas”, the latest episode of Smirk.
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Live Mas
It was 2AM when their Volkswagen rolled up to the Taco Bell drive-thru.
Sam, Drake, Michelle, and Arnie were about to call their long night a wrap when a much-needed food stop begged to be taken. After all the laughs and rambunctious activities, nothing settles four rowdy teens down more than a few burritos. This is science.
The line was dragging at an obscene pace, affording the foursome more time with cheap jabs at each other over the night’s earlier happenings. So much, they were completely oblivious to the screaming and honking coming from the car behind them.
As they pulled forward, the cashier slid the window open with that typical look of disdain. This was a woman who did not dream of serving burritos to obnoxious teens as a child. The quartet made jokes and tried to get the cashier to smile, but she wasn’t having any of it. Sam gave up, paid, grabbed the food, and started to pull away.
Just as he heard a door slam.
Getting back to the road was a bit of a cluster, so Sam decided to weave back through the parking lot to the side road. It was more reasonable to finagle back onto the main drag. As he turned back into the lot, he heard a ferocious THUD!
As Sam looked up, he saw a gigantic man, a mountain of sorts, laying on the hood of his car. His face was twisted and angry. He began screaming, “MICHELLE, GET OUT OF THAT CAR NOW!”, and then proceeded to swing a bat into Sam’s windshield.
“GET OUT NOW!” WHACK!
To say everyone was petrified would be an understatement. Sam instinctively slammed on the brakes. Unlike the movies, your first instinct isn’t always to floor it. The mountain bounced off the hood of the car and swung another ferocious blow at the windshield, glass flying everywhere. One more hit and it was gone. “GET…OUT…NOW!!!”
No one knew what to do. Everyone could now tell it was Raymond, Michelle’s disgruntled ex, and they also knew that in his current state, it was pointless to try to rationalize with the man. By the looks of it, he was hopped up on Mountain Dew and looking for answers to a bad breakup…with a bat asking the questions.
“LAST TIME I’M ASKING, MICHELLE”, Raymond screamed as he hopped back onto the hood and prepared to swing. “I’M SMASH THIS WHOLE…”
Raymond never got to finish his sentence, because Sam wasn’t missing this opportunity twice. As soon As Raymond began his monologue, Sam punched the gas and watched as Raymond flipped over the car and off into his rearview mirror. Everyone watched as Raymond ran after them, but he quickly faded into the darkness as the car floored it into the night.
As they came to a quiet intersection, Sam pulled the car over to catch his breath. The adrenaline in the vehicle was palpable. Everyone sat motionless for five solid minutes.
Finally, Drake looked around the car, lifted the Taco Bell bag up, and spoke: “So are we going to eat these or what?”
The car erupted in laughter, and the previous events almost immediately fled their minds. No one spoke of it again that night, and Michelle was able to finally put this unstable relationship to bed.
And somehow, it made those burritos all the more delicious.