Tonight was a doozy.
After work I decided to try a taqueria in my new town, less than a five-minute drive away. Got a couple of tacos and some street corn and waited in my car. (This place works like a food truck, but in a permanent location the size of a single wide trailer).
Got called to the window to get my food and was surprised to see my corn in a cup. There was no lid so I took care to situate it in my cup holder and went home. That's when I realized it - no tacos.
I sat there for a minute debating which would be more embarrashing- being the guy who came back for his forgotten food or the guy who paid for tacos and abandoned them. Hunger won out and back down the hill I went.
The folks in the trailer remembered me but didn't remember me leaving anything behind. Then another guy who was still waiting for his dinner solved the mystery.
"Your food is in the street over there. Somebody knocked on your window as you were pulling out to tell you it was still on the roof. I don't think anyone has run it over yet if you still want it."
Sheepishly I muttered something like "I'm not that desperate," and pulled back out. I could see the customer retelling the story to the counter guy, who went from a puzzled look to a grin as wide as the trailer.
But as I got next to the tied plastic bag with my tacos, I noticed it was indeed intact. And I kinda was that desperate. So I pulled to a stop in the middle of a four-lane US highway, opened the door and scooped up my orphaned dinner.
I had to refill the tortillas myself but everything was good. Maybe in six months or so I can show my face there again.