First off, I half hope you are reading this but also half hope you never ever find me on the internet.
I don’t know your name or favorite animal or what your life is like, but I know that you probably go to my school and that judging by this story, you’re probably very nice. And I think that may be the most important part.
I had just finished up a potato taco (if you’re thinking “ew,” you’ve never tried one) and some nachos with friends on a Monday night, and we were heading back to campus. By the time we got to my car, it was completely blocked in because the drive-thru line was insane which is unfortunate but also what you have to expect in the bustling town of Starkvegas. But you, you precious angel, were the last in line and with no one behind you, you started to back up to give me room to pull out of my spot.
Just as I was gushing about what a sweet soul you are, CRASH! A girl pulled up behind you, and you backed into her. I saw you pull out of the drive-thru line and into a parking spot. It probably wasn’t that big a deal because all I saw her do was pull up and replace your spot in the line.
But I couldn’t tell you what happened after that because I drove away. I feel awful. But when I surveyed the passengers in my vehicle, I was met with a healthy mix of “No, you have nothing to do with this, just drive,” and “Yeah, he’s cute, get out and give him our numbers.” Maybe I should have gotten out and tried to help. Maybe I should have given you my friends’ numbers because that would be a really cute story. But I didn’t. As the designated pre-law member of voyage, I panicked and left.
This was probably three months ago. I don’t know if you still think about it. I don’t know if you blame me. I don’t know if it had any negative repercussions on your life or if 10 minutes later, you were buying a Crunchwrap Supreme and driving back to your apartment. I don't know when you and that girl who took your spot in line made eye contact you immediately fell in love and that was y’all’s really cute story. But I kinda hope not because my friends would be upset.
I hope you’re not mad at me. Well, best case scenario is if you hadn’t thought about me in the past three months. But I would understand if you are.
I want you to know how very sorry I am. I want you to know the next time I was at Taco Bell, I paid for the man behind me’s meal, which was pretty costly considering how cheap everything there is, but a man’s gotta eat a lot of Doritos Locos Tacos sometimes.
I wish you the best. I hope my impact on your life was minimal, fleeting, forgettable. I hope you can find it in your heart, soul, or psyche to forgive me if not.
All the Baja Blasts and Quesalupas in the world,
Erin
