Not What I Ordered

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I had just been fired. Thanks for nothing job. I was feeling down on my luck and felt like eating something from Taco Bell. Normally I would stay away from the greasy probably bug infested fast food chain but what the hell? Why not go out in stile? I park outside and walk up to the door. I take a deep breath. This is it. I walk in. There's a few people scattered around eating burritos and tacos. I walk up to the register.

"Hi may I take your order?" A quite bland, pimply, teen asks me.

"Yea just hold up a minute please." I try to smile. It doesn't smell right in here. Smells like old taco shells and pest aside. The teen sighs and rolls his eyes. What a little punk! Can't he see I'm not having such a good day? I'm probably just a paycheck to him. "Can I have one of the Starburst freeze's with two crunchy burritos, mild sauce, and... A Doritos taco?"

"Whatever." He rings me up. "Come back up when someone calls your number." He hands me a piece of paper with my order and a number boldly printed in the top. I decide to sit down in the corner and wait for my order. God, why did I want to come here? It's such a dump.

I hear my number being called and I stand up. I grab the tray with my order and sit back down. I open up my crunchy burrito and take a bite. God this is terrible! I practically spit out the one bite I took and eagerly sip at my drink. I spit that back out too. Do they ever clean the machine that makes this? Hoping to find something edible in my Doritos taco I frown. The whole thing is soggy and there's practically noting inside the shell. I stand up to be pushed back down again. I look up to find a gun being aimed at me. It's my ex boss. He smiles.

"Well Mr. Jones, you know to much. Sorry your last meal wasn't so good." He laughs and pulls the trigger. Oh yea, did I forget to mention? I work for the branch of the government in charge of the hell that keeps this country running: the military branch. I hear screams as I'm shot in Taco Bell. Good night, I want to tell them.

Good night.

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