Against the warnings of our quivering stomachs, a few friends and I stopped by Taco Bell after hours. Only the drive-thru was open, but we didn't have a car. Giant photos of fried gorditas tempted us through panes of bullet-proof glass. (I'm not positive the glass is bullet-proof, but it is definitely kick-proof.) We walked up to the drive-thru window. The attendant, possibly an Texas oil man in his day job, pointed to a sign: "TACO BELL CANNOT SERVE WALK-UP CUSTOMERS AT THE DRIVE-THRU."
In a moment that I hope will shut up all those "School is cool" losers, I shrugged my shoulders and said, "I can't read." He rolled his eyes and took our order. Victory! Illiteracy 1. Stomachs 0.
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