The Taco Truck
My name is Jay, I'm a very good chef. I used to walk as an assistant chef in one of the restaurants in my neighborhood but then I resigned because I believed it would be nice to start something of my own even though I didn't have any money saved for that. What I had in mind was a food truck but there's no way I could afford that. My partner which I'm living with gave me her savings so that I can bring dreams to live. My cousin helped me got an old truck and all I needed to do was a little fixing.
One big problem in the food truck is that I didn't have enough money to pay for a parking citation so I was always worried about getting a boot and then I have to keep moving around.
Someday I drove my truck to a park and I started selling. A lady asked me what my story was, and I told her Jesus fed five thousand, so if I can feed five hundred in a week, I figure I can start turning in a little profit. Maybe I can stop moving around so much and find me a permanent spot.
She gave me her card and said I should give her a call, said she works for the city, sometimes they offer financial assistance to small businesses.... which I'll need since it looks like I'm be getting a boot.
What? I looked through my window and there's this huge guy binding my wheels.
No! wait!
I screamed and ran out of the truck to meet this dude.
Wait, listen man, I'm just trying to feed these people. He said I shouldn't let him call for back up, I looked at his uniform checking for his name, listen Silas, I said after I found the name. Alright, look, hear me out. You want a taco? I asked. He told me he just ate and was not interested. I told him he shouldn't be like that, I should at least make him my special polenta taco, it like crack, I said. He shook his head for a sec and said, well I used to smoke crack so I'll be the judge of that. I smiled and got to work, I did my magic and in less than a minute I was done, before I handed it over to him I asked for a deal, if he loved it he wouldn't boot me and I promised to pay all my tickets, but if he didn't like it, he can go ahead and put two boots on my shit. You're confident, he said as he got the plate from me. I smiled as he face couldn't hide how good my taco was, he nodded and requested for another.
After a long day feeding the people I could and luckily avoiding my truck being boot, I made a few cash and it was already dark so I decided to head back home.
I stopped the truck right in front of my apartment, killed the engine and came down.
Get me the bag nigga! I turned, there was a gun pointed to my face, I was being robbed.