Ghetto Fabulous

Okay, so I already know my car is ghetto fabulous and in need of a muffler. I annouce my arrival and departure to everyone within a 2 mile radius everywhere I go, but I'm starving, haven't eaten all day, and I'm ordering Taco Shop drive thru. I'm second in line and the taco shop drive thru window guy leans out his window and gives me the stink eye and I'm not even up to the window yet.



When I do get to the window - he side hands me my delicious, fat - carb laden messssican treat I've been craving all day and (still without looking at me) yells..."your car needs a muffler"!!



I didn't know Taco Shop employed geniuses.