1. We could order directly from him, the most bizare burrito configurations, conjured up from the narrow corners of our minds, and see how he reacts. It would take a Burrito MCSE certified technician to figure out what the hell I’ll be ordering. Then when he gets cocky and hits us with the price, we call his bluff and slam down the bones.

2. We wait patiently, and when it’s our turn to order we rub our chins with indecision, gazing from side to side at the menu and act like we have no idea what we want to eat. We proceed to stall like this for several minutes. Then, once the line is stretched out the door like the ticket line for a Whitesnake concert (10-15 people), we stare that bastard straight in the eye and order 2 large waters.

Well?

I’m definitely going with #2.

It’s the one on Camp Bowie. I’ve thought before about posting flyers all over the place. But then I was like, um, whatever, dude, I’ll just write about it on wordparts. Then nine months passed. Then I wrote about it on wordparts.