Gundopant does Taco Bell

A jumpy jalopy trundles to a stop and pulls in line behind another car at the Taco Bell drive thro. It is about 12.55 am. At the wheel, Gundopant is not very sure where to go it seems. It is his first month in America and he has not done it before. He decides to ask the guy at the window.

G: Where do I order food?
Taco Bell guy: back near the menu (giving him a withering look)
Can I order here?
No, you'll have too go back there.
But I know what I want, see... bean anything.
No Sir, we are not taking orders here.
Ok, Can I just reverse to the speaker then?
No sir, you'll have to go around.
Ok, says Gundopant a little annoyed, drives around and stops near the menu, his old car dies when he pulls to a halt. tries to start it with not too much success. Decides to take care of food first before they close. orders and walks to the window. The attendant puts his head outside and is surprised to see Gundopant sans car.

Sorry , Sir , this is a drive thro. Cant serve you food if you dont have a car.
Gundopant looks at the guy incredulously.
G: But you know I have a car, see there it is.
you need to be inside it sir. Please, I am really hungry.

5 min later, Gundopant is seen pushing the car to the window. He gets in and honks sharply. The guy pokes his head out and gives Gundopant a scathing look and the food. Gundopant pays and they both exchange money and a look of as much condescension as each can muster.

The next day, each is spotted with his friends regaling them with the nights adventure. Of immigrants from another planet and the developed country which is the victim of its own rules.

The drive back

Jo looked out at the foggy football fields lining the now vacant highway as she slowed the car down in anticipation of the exit that would take her home. This was one of the rare days she was going back so late after forcing herself into the gym. Immediately, as she knew it would on looking at the fog, her mind went back to a night many years ago when she had just moved to the city and had driven that way to go to a friends house and had marvelled at the thick fog that made everything around it look surreal. It is funny, she thought, that she had driven that way a million times now, at every time of the day, but it was that one drive one foggy night when she was new to the city, whose memory bubbled up over all others. Back then, every ride was special and an exploration of the unknown. A mild sense of adventure accompanied the most mundane activities. Listening to her thoughts, she wondered if it was time to shake things up again. She was not sure she liked the word "settled". That just meant life became unchanging albeit comfortable. She never thought of herself as wanting either. Ok, that just means I need to go out on an adventure before I get trapped in someone else's life, she thought as she neared home. And she left it at that for the time being. The finality of that thought told her she would do something about it without consciously reminding herself. Hmm, that was a good drive she thought as she parked her car outside her house. Funny, how the same activity on some days is much more memorable than on most others...