Okay I have good reason to be a tortilla party pooper and I wasn't gonna tell the story.... but you know me and stories-- we go hand in hand. Y'all may have heard it once before----
Close your ears NC.....
When we went to Cabo San Lucas in 2005 we went to dinner at a local restaurant that is very well known there. It's whre the locals dine and is a big draw for tourists b/c it is the real deal.
So we ate dinner and it was pretty good- I had some tortilla something another. Afterwards I had to go to the bathroom- Mark walked me to the bathroom and waited on me. When I went in, of course the whole city has very little water and awful septic systems and posts on the bathroom doors- "If it's mellow, let it yellow, if it's brown, flush it down."
And of course they had a trash can for you to throw your TP into instead of flushing it.
I was, of course, grossed out beyond comprehension, and went to wash my hands. No soap. It looked like soap had never even been placed in that dispenser. Ever.
I came out completely grossed out and of course when I walked out, there was Mama Tortilla hand making the tortillas right next to the old poopy spot. I'm sure she'd been to the bathroom once or twice on her shift without washing her hands.
I had to have a shot of tequilla to kill the germs in my gut.
So no--- NC, I won't be eating Mama's poopy tortillas with you. I am indeed the Party
POOPER.
