Susannah went to a taco festival with her sister. Taco restaurants and taco trucks from across the city. They didn't get to eat a taco, she said. All the lines were too long.
We live in LA. Wherever you are there's a taco within a mile of you. You can walk and get a taco whenever you like.
But people created a festival. So you could park, pay, wait in line, and suffer. To make something scarce. So they could elbow each other out of line. So they could treat the taco like a precious jewel. A guy dropped his taco, she said. And his girl, who had long fingernails, said: you idiot. Do you know how long we had to wait for that.
Why is this so good? You do something with your prose I have yet to understand Mr Tacos
Scarcity and suffering makes the world (and taco festivals) go round..and round..and round..and round…..