(The Scene: Beeki and I are at Taco Bell for lunch together. This doesn't happen all that often, and it was very nice. I notice a mentally retarded girl working behind the counter. I find this especially touching for reasons that I may go into later. It has to do with the amount of self-worth a job and confidence like that is able to infuse into a person. Suffice it to say, I was moved.)

Cach: Beeki, look. I love it when restaurants hire people who are challenged or retarded. It's so redeeming.

Beeki: Yeah, I noticed that too.

(We go to sit down. I get my soda, get my straw, remove half the paper, place my straw in my mouth, remove the other half of the paper, and then by some chance and still without understanding how it happened, I jammed the straw all the way into the back of my throat causing my mouth to bleed and giving me severe pain.)

Cach: Ow! Oh my gosh! I just jammed my straw into the back of my throat and now I'm bleeding all inside my mouth!

Beeki: How'd you do that?

Cach: I don't know, but it really hurts. For some strange reason, I've always thought about that when putting straws in my mouth: "What would happen if it got jammed into the back of my throat?" I guess I know the answer now.

Beeki: That's good, honey. Maybe they'd hire you at Taco Bell.