"What would happen if it started raining Tacos"...

...Said a whimsical passenger on our way to Taco Bell. Very rarely do such questions come from a fully grown adult, usually I would expect it from a five year old or a Dr Seuss book.

This question carried a lot of weight, I thought, but I don't think this young-minded college student cared. With glazed eyes and an infinite smile she pictured a world where Mexican food replaced precipitation.

As if reading my mind, she added to the scenario: "But it would happen alongside all the other weathers. Like 'today it's raining, tomorrow is tacos, snow on Thursday.'" As if it clarified anything at all.

"Honestly, that's pretty crazy," I say to my self. "I can... barely imagine that."

 My head was spinning. I could barely get out my complex and well-rehearsed order at the drive through because I could not help but mourn for the millions of poor souls living in South America. They cannot afford the proper Taco-removing equipment to clean the fields for harvest. They will be forced to eat the rotting meat and sub-par lettuce like they were some kind of Animals.

It took me longer than usual to retrieve my $5.67 I keep in my glove compartment because I was praying for the bird populations who struggle to maneuver around the lethal taco shells hailing from the air and starving wolf packs that generally don't like cheese.

I can barely eat my Crunch Wrap Supreme as I question the false deity that sends such a plague to our beloved earth. I picture the malevolent god laughing as he sends a particularly strong shower of Beef to those poor Indians who don't eat it for some stupid reason and a 7 day flood of sour cream.

I take a breath. I've been silently panicking for a while as my passengers speak in whispers as to not send me into a hallucinogenic rage. I need to save face. These are my only friends left.

"Tacos... from the sky." I manage to utter. "What a funny idea."

"I know, right?" Says the woman-child, oblivious to the ulcer forming in my stomach. "People would make small talk like 'Hey, isn't it weird that it never seems to taco outside on Tuesdays? What happened to Taco Tuesday!'"

I chuckle. That was a good one.