The High Of The Timberwolves, The Low Of Taco Bell, The Consistency Of Nature Calling

So I went out to a brewery that began to show Timberwolves playoff Games outside on their parking lot, and it has gotten a huge following.  There were about 150 people who saw the Wolves erupt in the Third Quarter to beat The Bastard Philadelphia Warriors and take a 3-1 lead in their Western Conference Semifinals series.  Awesome!

So, what do I do when I want to celebrate?  I eat!  Even though I had to slices of pizza at the brewery, I picked up Taco Bell.  And I ate it.  And I feel like I need to evacuate my bowels for the second time tonight, this after evacuating my bowels at work yesterday/Monday morning.  (For the record, I went to McDonald's and spent points that were about to expire June 1 on a sausage burrito.  Never before has that triggered my excretory system, but Sunday night I ate rice and lettuce that's been sitting in the fridge for more than a week.  Some combination of those foods contributed to my time in the bathroom at work, just as Taco Bell is doing the same right now.)  I need to go to bed, but I don't think my excretory system will let me.

Oh, and this came after I had a pretty crappy customer service experience at the TB drive-thru.  I waited at the window for five minutes as the server was looking at a tablet and punching keys into the cash register.  After that, she just shoved a bag in my face.  No "sorry to keep you waiting," no "here you go."  Complete silence.  I don't apologize for being big on manners, and that was, well rude.  I was better off not getting Taco Bell tonight -- for that and for, well, me needing to go to the bathroom again.