Taco Bell — Restaurant in Marysville

all started with a craving. Not just any craving—no, this was the kind of primal hunger that grips your soul at 1:17 AM, when the world is silent, and your stomach becomes a banshee screaming for sustenance. I stumbled out into the night, hair tousled, eyes wild, pants halfway zipped, guided only by the shimmering beacon of culinary salvation: Taco Bell.

The parking lot was deserted, except for a single, majestic raccoon perched atop a trash bin like a furry gargoyle. We locked eyes. He nodded solemnly. I took that as a sign from the universe.

I pulled up to the drive-thru, heart pounding with anticipation and potential arrhythmia. The speaker crackled with divine purpose.

“Welcome to Taco Bell. Order when ready.”

My voice trembled as I spoke, “I need a Crunchwrap Supreme. No, two. And a Baja Blast, large enough to drown my regrets. And… the nacho fries. Extra seasoning. I want to taste the dust of a thousand Doritos.”

There was silence. Then a whisper: “You’ve chosen wisely.”

I pulled forward. The window opened and there stood an employee who looked suspiciously like a wizard in a Taco Bell visor. He handed me my bag like it was a scroll of forbidden knowledge and said only, “Good luck.”

Confused but ravenous, I tore open the bag in the parking lot. The aroma hit me like a holy slap. My pupils dilated. I took the first bite of Crunchwrap and was immediately transported—mentally, spiritually, cosmically.

Everything melted away.

The stars aligned. I could taste color. I could smell time. I saw my childhood dog, dressed as a Taco Bell Chihuahua, whispering, “Live más.”

I looked around. I was no longer in my car. I was in a glowing, hexagonal temple made entirely of hot sauce packets, each one bearing ancient phrases like “Marry Me?” and “I’m Spicy” in sacred script.

The Nacho Fries began chanting.

I panicked and reached for my Baja Blast. The sip echoed like a chorus of mermaids inside my skull. Time reversed. My acne cleared. My student debt evaporated. I was reborn.

And then… darkness.

I awoke at home in bed, pants still halfway zipped, a single unopened packet of Fire Sauce clenched in my hand like a relic. There was no Taco Bell bag. No wizard. No Crunchwrap crumbs.

Had it been a dream?

I turned on the TV. A news anchor was reporting on a strange beam of green light that had erupted over the local Taco Bell at 1:23 AM.

In my pocket, my phone buzzed.

1 new text: “We’re not done with you. –TB”

5/5 Would...

A man was making fun of me and fat shaming me because I ordered extra stuff in my Crunchwrap supreme,

I was using the kiosk at the counter then a man walked up to me and was trying to help me with it ( I did not ask for help) and then he saw that I was already done ordering and I was putting in my name then he said what did you order my man, I told him I ordered a Crunchwrap supreme with seasons fries beans and stake added ( I know it’s a lot ) then he started talking about how much I ordered he said damn and stuff then he yelled at one of the workers in the back and said hey I found your little brother he ordered seasons fries in his Crunchwrap supreme and he started laughing and then told me to tell the guy he was talking to what I got I didn’t tell him and I just walked away . I’m 12 years old and I’m struggling with weight problems this made me want to break down and cry but I was scared he would laugh more.

To identify the man he is bald, Mexican,overweight.

I don’t know if he is the boss but he was clearly telling everyone what to do and he went to what looks like a blind spot on the cameras to go on his phone.

My brother had to tell him to stop talking to me and being rude and he immediately stopped . But still he shouldn’t have done that in the first place .

Please get this man fired.

If you see this just know you can keep going to this Taco Bell just if the guy tries to be rude just ignore him 12 year...

Please stop interrupting me and asking me every single piece of food if I want to add extra this and when I say no ask if I was want extra that. You are in a customer service industry and even if it’s coming from corporate, you are making food painful which means we as customers will go elsewhere.

Lastly, if you are going to ask if I want any sauces, how about you actually put it in the bag. It’s been theee times now that it’s not there even though you asked. I’d prefer to ask for them at the window where I can actually have someone give them to me.

TL;DR: You are annoying and harassing your customers over extra cream, extra beef, etc to the point that the 10.00 a day you actually make from someone saying yes isn’t worth disenfranchising the majority of your customers. One of the weirder and worst business decisions I have ever seen made by a company. I would loved to have sat in on the board meeting where someone suggesting harassing and driving your customers crazy so that they’d love you more....