A Swim Series Interruption
To the injured patrons of the Payson, Arizona Del Taco
When you were attempting to enjoy your supreme nacho cheese fries yesterday afternoon at approximately 4:32 pm, your meal was rudely interrupted. My family and I were journeying home from a weekend in the mountains, when 19 ounces of Powerade and personal needs required the benefits of a public restroom.
Unfortunately, a thorough round of inadequately dried laundry left me with only pajamas as a travel ensemble. While I had attempted to layer a tank under the slightly transparent top. The pajama bottoms were unmistakeably soiled with regurgitated remains of Coco’s bottle.
Beyond floral elastic waistband pants in the afternoon, my husband had packed away all my shoes at the bottom of the suitcase and suggested I wear his running shoes for my entry into the public domain. Normally I don’t even wear my own running shoes off the athletic track, let alone oversized, men’s slighlty sweaties.
In summary, my appearance may have ruined your meal and nauseated your appetite. If you would be so kind as so send me your name and mailing address, I’d be happy offer you a macho taco voucher.
Shamefully yours,
Reachel
Feed me fashionably fresh
