Dear Dude at Pancho's,

Okay, I understand that you just want to get your job done and get out of the door as soon as possible, but did you really have to mop the floor while we were eating? I don’t know about you, but I just don’t think the smell of bleach goes well with tacos.

Is this some family secret you’re letting me in on? Did your grandma serve tacos with bleach, and now you want everyone to experience the delightful combo?  Because buddy, this equation Tacos + Bleach =
Delicious is NOT REMOTELY ACCURATE. So from now on, I think you should just keep your math to yourself.

Also, I wanted to mention that I particularly liked the part where you had the entire restaurant to mop and instead chose to mop right next to us instead. If there had been something on the floor I might not have complained, but the floor near us was spotless.

So yah, thanks dude. Thanks for ruining my dinner.
And thanks for the poor math. Tacos + Bleach just does not add up.

xoxo,
-sabs.