After a long, hard day, there's something strangely satisfying about getting to the drive thru window, having the grand total of your monster order flash up on the display, and making everyone behind you have to wait for them to prepare and cook your Caramel Apple Empanadas.  Hey, it's not my fault they don't have a batch ready for me.  I got screwed in that same line once by someone elses monster order.   At least this time I had nothing better to do but wait for my order.  I felt a little bad looking in my rearview mirror at those poor souls stuck in the middle, wishing they went and got a burger instead, but having no way to do so; expect maybe trying to jump the curb.  It was a long wait too.  You could see the cashier on the phone with someone and people standing in line in the store waiting to order.    If Taco Bell were smart, they would have monster orders like mine drive around to the front if it couldn't be fulfilled in a timely manner.   But for now, I'll look in the rearview, raise my eyebrows a little and let my eyes tell the story of how I feel your pain but it's not my fault.  Ohhhh Yeahhhh...