well... hey. Shame on me.

I've written about this before, and I'm writing about it again. And, maybe it's a case of: "First time, shame on them; second time, shame on you".. but hear me out.

I went to 7-11 again to get lunch today, and I wanted taquitoes. It's fast, it's relatively close to being less than a million dollars, and what the heck... I don't have to make anything. So off I went.

Then, I get there. I wanted 2 Monterey Jack Taquitoes. Sadly, these were not ready. Not, somewhere in my brain, I took that to meant, they weren't fully cooked yet... you know? Meaning, it took care and effort to coax these little guys into something edible.

But, then the 7-11 guy tells me, "Oh wait a second, we can just put these in the microwave." Ah, yes, and then a little light bulb goes off over my head. The warming oven that these yummy taquitoes are sitting in... is just that. A warming oven. My prized taquitoes are like hotdogs... already cooked. They sit in the little rolly thing and wait. For me. For Joe. For the next guy who walks through the door and makes it jingle.

But, thing is... we could technically eat them already. Because they're done. They've been done for a while. How long? No one knows. I bet before they go to the oven, or in my case today, the microwave, they could be sitting there. Waiting. Cold. Done. Fully cooked for life.

I still ate them. Like anything that goes into the microwave instead of an oven, it was mushier and not so crunchy. But I ate them.