The drive-thru lane that wraps around my Taco Bell is narrow with high curbs on either side.
If you filled it with water and put multi-ethnic singing midgets along its sides, you’d have the “It’s A Small World” ride at Disneyland.
So that’s what I made it after pulling up to the pick-up window at Taco Bell yesterday.
I reversed the car all the way back to the intercom where I ordered and re-drove the fifty feet at a snail’s pace, singing the “It’s A Small World Theme” as I waved robotically down the entire length of the driveway.
This would have been okay except for the fact that my thirteen year-old son Tom was in the passenger’s seat trying to cover his face.
I guess he didn’t want to be seen by the angry Taco Bell employee I left holding our food in the pick-up window.
By the look on her face, I’m guessing it’s not every day that a customer in her drive-thru window puts his car in reverse and sings the “Small World” theme.
When I got back to the window, she asked me why I backed up.
“Well,” I said, “It’s a world of hopes, and a world of fears.”
She didn’t understand. So I continued.
“There’s so much that we share, that it’s time we’re aware, it’s a small world after all.”
She still didn’t reply. So I kept talking.
“It was my son’s idea.”