Dos amigos

I have somehow managed to become friends with the man from the Tacqueria. He always greets me with a, “Hello, amiga. How are you?” He even says hello and taps me on my shoulder even when I’m not at the Tacqueria but at the Subway next door trying to decide if I want my sandwich on a wheat or Italian.

Today at the Tacqueria (which I think is really just called Tacqueria) was no different. I went up to the counter to order my burrito with carne asada and Mandarin soda, and there it was, “Hello, amiga! Are you on lunch?” “Yeah, I’m taking a little break. How are you?” That’s the extent of our conversation. Nothing more. Friendly enough, I suppose.

But, he hooks me up with the foil and paper bag when I’m done with all I can eat and want to wrap up the leftovers. He even remembers what I order and brings it to me without me having to wait for my number to be called out. Awesome, my little amigo.