Chalupa Man

Flushed

Diego continues his walk to the chalupa restaurant. He knows the restaurant is near. Its auburn exterior in sight. The big, green sign that reads "Chalupa Bell" not failing to catch his attention either. He's so close now. He picks up his pace in anticipation of finally getting a taste of those Chalupa Bell chalupas. Only the crosswalk separates Diego from his precious jewels. The bright red hand taunts him. He frantically pushes the button in hopes that it will make the picture of the tiny man appear. It finally does. Diego runs across the street. He swings open the Chalupa Bell door and lets himself in. Finally! There's only one person in front of Diego. A man no older that 50.

"One quesadilla and a small coke, please."

"Who orders a quesadilla at a chalupa restaurant?" , Diego thinks to himself.

It's finally Diego's turn to order. He slowly walks up to the cashier.

"Can I help you?", she says in an irritated tone of voice. Her name tag reads Mildred. She has white hair and a glass eye. She has to be at least 60. She taps her finger impatiently on the counter and sighs.

Diego's heart beats faster, he starts to sweat, and his hands are clammy.

"O-one...One chalupa please.", he says nervously.

She begins to tap her finger even faster.

"What kind?", she says impatiently. Her glass eye rolling away from Diego's general direction.

"Ch-chicken, please. I want chicken."

A thin layer of sweat coats Diego's brow, and his hands are shaking.

"That'll be $5.49", she says, snatching Diego's money as he gives it to her.

Diego walks away from the counter. He was so nervous, he almost peed himself. He makes his way to that bathroom. He enters a stall and sits down to do his business (uno and dos). He can't believe that in a few minutes he'll have one of those crispy beauties in his hands. He starts to doze off and daydream about all the memories he'll make with his chalupa.

Suddenly, the loud flush of the toilet brings Diego back to reality. Within seconds Diego is sucked into the toilet. The only sign that he was ever there is his Gucci man bag hanging from the door.

"Number 16, your chalupa is ready!"