After making my way to the front of the Faux-Italian food place line, I was convinced to forfeit my prime position and make the journey to the dining hall for my midday meal (blame Nayana!). At any rate, it turned out to be alright because they were serving chicken enchiladas…mmmmm… Popular things, those enchiladas, because when I got to where they were supposed to be they were all gone.
“We’ll have more in just a few minutes,” the lady behind the counter convinced me, so I waited around for a while. Eventually I got tired of waiting and took the rest of my food back to a table, returning only to discover that there still were no enchiladas to be found. This time I saw some delicious-looking enchiladas driving around the corner. Seeing as I was second in line, they were within my grasp! Mr. First in Line stepped up to the plate and scooped a huge enchilada onto his plate. When he went back to scoop up some sauce, tragedy struck. He knocked the whole metal tray into the water they use to keep them warm, destroying everything. Frustration!
Eventually I did get my enchiladas, and they were oh so good…plus I ended up with a story to tell.