10-1= 9 tacos

i am at work on my break right now and thought there is no better time to blog. yesterday at work i went with eric (coworker) to jack and the box. he ordered his buffalo miniburgers and then when it was my turn to order i said proudly and confidently "and 10 tacos and a large order of curly fries." the voice from the order box hesitated and then finally said "okay." when we got back to work i was filling my face with my second taco and when i finished i pulled out the third. as i grabbed it and pulled it out it slipped from my hands in a slow motionesque way and fell to the floor. i sat stunned for a second then contemplated on whether i should eat it or not. eric reminded me that we do work in a medical laboratory and it would not be the best idea to eat, even though i was well under the 10 second rule. that night, after ordering 10 tacos, i only had 9, and still regret it to this day for not finishing that one.