"Albuquerque, And A Wrong Turn?"

Tootsie Taco Tuesday?

 Good Taco Tuesday Morning, all bodies.

Well, Therese was getting tired of waiting for AT&T to send her a replacement iPhone and after getting the runaround from corporate, getting in an argument in Mandeville's office and finding no help in the Covington office, we took off for the city of Franklinton to get some respect.

Therese didn't get all that she hope for, but seemed satisfied... sorta!

So, we went across the street to a recommended Mexican restaurant called "Don Juan's". When we entered, the local lunch crowd was leaving. The food was okay. The margarita was huge and tasty.

By 2pm or so, I noticed we were the only people in the place, so I went to the counter to pay the bill. Like the rest of the staff, the woman, wearing black slacks, a black tee shirt and sweater was working the cash register. She appeared to me much older than the staff and therefore seemed to be the boss overseeing high school age servers.

She perfunctorily asked how we liked the meal and the service and I proceeded to tell her about our lunch and how one of the employees across the street at AT&T suggested this restaurant.

She surmised that we weren't from Franklinton and from there, as the conversation continued, it got kinda interesting.

She asked me where we were from.

"Originally, we're from New Orleans but we now live in Folsom," I said.

"We moved there from Los Angeles!"

"Oh yeh?" she asked. "What part of LA?"

"I spent, she said, a few years living in Canoga Park!"

As the cash register did its thing, I told her my name and she told me that hers was Lynn. Our little chat continued as we both spoke about our time in Los Angeles.

She told me that originally, she was from Albuquerque, but moved from Houston, where she met her husband to be. They eventually married and moved to Franklinton to care for his mom.

“In the next six months, we hope to complete construction on some property of his family, sell it and move back to Albuquerque,” Lynn said.

“Well, that’s a lot to have happen in six months or so,” I said.

“So, what’s up with Albuquerque… Not enough turns?”

( She either didn't get the joke or didn't like it! )

“No, she said. My folks still live there and I want to get back to there continue my career!”

“Oh yeh?”

“What do you do there for a living,”I asked.

“I’m a mortician!”

“A MORTICIAN?” I gasped.

“Yeh, she said.

And before I could reply with that age old “Cemetery joke” that people are just dying to get in, she said with a laugh…

"And, it's cool 'cuz I can take my “Don Juan’s” uniform home with me when I leave!”

Second Saturday cup!

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