Me and the Trannies

Last night I was drunk. And hungry.

I used to frequent the Benito's Taco Shop on La Cienega when I lived in the area and I knew there was one on Santa Monica so I headed over there with a few too many Heineken's in me.



I get there and it appears there's two chicks sitting at the counter.

Wrong. These were actually men with skirts on.

Not my favorite crowd.

But I was here and I was hungry.

So I tried to go to the window on the opposite side of the taco stand to avoid any drunken confrontations with the trannies.

"Sorry, please use the other window."

Great.

These two cross-dressing patrons were sitting directly next to the window.

I pulled my hat down as low as it would go over my eyes, kept my head down and placed my order.

Cheese quesadilla and a taco.

I returned to my car to wait and hopefully avoid any contact whatsoever with the former Hollywood High offensive line turned En Vogue wanna-be's.

While I was sitting in my car another triznannie walks up. This one was much more rugged and dirty, possibly the lethal combination of homeless and tranny.

As soon as it walked up, the other two trannies scattered.

Interesting.

However, the bad part is this particular grimey tranny sat directly in front of the Benito's window where I was to pick my food up.

So I go to pick my food up and unsurprisingly this man woman is very aggressive.

It: "How are you tonight?"
Me: "Fine."
It: "I like your shirt."
Me: "Thanks."
It: "You know how we do it on Santa Monica Boulevard, right?"
Me: "Yeah, that ain't me."
It: "That's good baby, you don't want to live this life."

*Note to self: Do not become homeless tranny on Santa Monica Boulevard.

As I try and scatter off to my car it yells "Don't forget to wear your seatbelt sweetheart!"

Great. Now I feel violated just putting on my seatbelt.

So, in my drunken rattledness as I put my seatbelt on I say out loud "I think I WILL put my seatbelt on, bitch."

I'm not really sure why I said that, I think it made me feel better about doing something the homeless tranny told me to do.

Needless to say, I don't think I will be returning to that Benito's.

The food was above average but it's not really worth the risk of getting the train ran on me by three six-foot 200-pound black guys dressed as their sisters.