Taco Villa

Today I went to the Taco Villa, on 19th street across from Lubbock High, just as I promised Hoover, to find out just how badly my name would be butchered at the cash register. You see, apparently the Villa's new policy is to take your order, then ask your name and key it into the cash register so that you don't feel like just a number. Or something like that.

Anyway, I've been hearing stories of incredible spelling errors on seemingly simple names, such as Adam, and Emily. I thought it would certainly have to be an interesting experiment to see how they would handle mine. So, after my spanish class, I trecked over to the Villa to get on with the game. However, my plans were thwarted. I went up to the register, and prepared to be amused. I ordered, and then the guy asked my name...everything was going perfectly.....and then he started trying to be flirty. I would have just given him a disgusted look, but I really wanted to see the name spelling, so I just smiled and laughed and waited for my receipt so I could get out of there. But no such luck, I think I must have sent some sort of wrong signal and he gave me the food for free, sans receipt. Dang. Not only did I not accomplish my original goal at all, but now I had to expedite my departure so as to avoid any more unwanted flirtation.

Now you might think that I would have given up after this, but no, not me. I'm tenacious :) Instead, I waited until after I got off work, about 6:45, and went back to the Villa, pretty confident that the same guy would definitely not be there. Wrong again. There he was, probably getting excited that his free food trick snagged some chick, and the only options I could see is to either run away, or order. So I stepped up, and ordered again. He was about to play his little give-it-for-free game, but I conveniently said, very loudly: "Oh, I want to pay for this, I feel bad getting it for free. What about everybody else who has to pay??". As his manager turned around to see what the heck was going on, he gave me a hurt and confused look and promptly typed in my order. "What was your name again?" he asked, as he continued to shoot me dirty looks, and as I told him, he keyed it in, and all I had to do was wait for the receipt to print out.

I really figured that after all that trouble, there was no way he could possibly wreck my name enough to make up for it all. But happily, I was wrong! I have never before, in 22 years people screwing up my name, seen this particular derivation:

ELEIS

Ahh, it was all worth it. Way to go, Taco Villa!