So me my sister some friends and my grandma are walking down this old street that looks like Hollywood area, It feels so chilly and news papers are being blown everywhere. My grandma tells us we are going to taco bell and she is going to buy us lunch. We follow her into the this door into a taco bell, it's pretty crowded but not too bad. She gets in line and we go to this table and everyone sits down. My grandma comes back pretty fast with like this huge box full of burritos and stuff. I notice every one already has sodas, and some are sitting there for anyone, but i didn't want regular soda, I was at taco bell so I wanted a baha blast. I ask my grandma for a cup so I can get some, she asks me what the hell that is. I tell her it's a drink, she tells me okay and that she wants to try it, so I go to the back were the soda things are and these young kids are just standing everywhere over here and they aren't moving and they are giving me dirty looks, I ignore them but they make me feel uneasy. Then I fill my cup with baha blast, and struggle to find the proper size lid for it, then I finally do but I accidentally grab three stacked together, I feel them all still staring at me, I throw away the one on top and on bottom and take the middle one and I feel their stares intensify and them pissed because I threw away two lids, I think to myself I neeed to hurry and get away from these people. So I try to put the lid on but it seems so difficult, I try to snap it on from every side but it goes down slow, then I have to get a straw, why is there so many sizes, and some clear ones and red ones and the blue ones are way too long for like slushees or something. I decide the white ones with the blue lines is the perfect one, and by this time I hear the kids and their parents mumbling about me and making psh noises, I feel like such a fool, so I stumble to put it all together and I spill some baha blast on me and the counter and I know they expect me to clean it up but I just wanted to get away from them so I left as I hear them mumbling about how I left a mess, then I got back to our table and I feel relieved and I let my grandma try my baha blast and she likes it, and I eat the last burrito.
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