When I was like, four, my mom had a part-time job at Taco Bell and I wanted nothing more than to grow up and work there with her. One time she let me fold the boxes for Mexican pizzas, and boy was that fun!
She always told me I did not want to grow up and work at Taco Bell, but I honestly couldn’t understand why. Sure, the paper cut I got folding boxes was no fun, but that’s what Band-Aids are for, right?
I saw this on Pinterest today, and it made me remember my long ago aspirations to think outside the bun for a living: