mexicore

When the food truck lady rang up my chicken tortilla soup today, I reached into my back pocket and said, "Oh Jesus. I left my wallet upstairs." She smiled and said, "Oh, it's ok. I'll wait while you get it." I stared at her for a second and then said, "Uh... can we just do that thing where you let me pay you tomorrow?" She shook her head and said, "I'm sorry. I'm not allowed to do that anymore. It's too hard to remember who owes me money. I always end up forgetting to collect the next day." I sighed and said, "Oh. Yeah, I can see how that would be a problem." As I walked away, she said, "I'll wait until you get back with your wallet and then I'll pour your soup so it's nice and hot." I yelled back at her, "Don't bother... I didn't have any money in the first place.