Stranded But Pfat in Pflugerville

This morning I had to go get the brakes fixed on my piece. Just Brakes for $99.88....lets hope that's all they charge me. The wife couldn't pick me up for an hour and a half, so I decided to kill some time at a strip center taco place. Now becuase I knew I'd be writing about this, I decided to take pictures of my adventure, including my meal. I am here to tell you, if you want good service and lots of attention, take a picture of your food when it arrives, and let the wait person see you do it. The next think I knew, I saw the manager and every other person in the place peeking out at me from behind tables and doorways. They must have thought I was a food critic or something. Well, now that I have this outlet for all the random shit that goes through my head, I guess I am critic....on anything and everything. So...tacos....I had a carneguisada w/cheese, a picadillo, and a potato and egg. Thakfully they were all pretty good. The tortillas were homemade, the carne guisada tender, and the picadillo just greasy enough. The potato and egg was good too, with nice crispy yet tender potato cubes mixed with perfectly done scrambled eggs. The salsa was so so, not nearly hot enough, but all in all I would give this meal 3 1/2 jalapeno peppers out of 5......ok, that's so dorky, but hey, if I'm reviewing a meal than why not?

Once I was Pfat in Pflugerville, I proceeded to kill time reading my book outside. It was a nice enough morning, and I staked my claim to a piece of the retaining wall that seperated the strip center from the Citgo gas station. Everyting was fine until an older lady came by, sat on a nearby milk crate, and decided she wanted a friend. Really, is this what my life has come to? Hanging around a shitty convenience store, chatting up a local gal that likes to sit on milk crates? I'm not even sure if she was homeless or not, she just kept rambling on about the price of smokes and how they just don't make milk crates as comfortable any more. "I can't sit on them long, they can't handle my weight" she said. She added that they also made her thighs look like a waffel iron.....yes lady, it's the milk crate's fault. I've included pictures of my new hang out, so if you're driving by Howard Lane and I-35 heading north, be on the lookout for a little piece of paradise where everyone is a friend, and milk crates are always available.