[ WP ] You have eaten a Peanut Butter and Jelly Sandwich for every meal of your life . You are about to place your order on a first date at a Mexican Restaurant .

My name is Jack. I am 18 years old. I am a senior in Kelly high school. In many terms, I like to consider myself as a normal young fella. There is, however, something little different about me. It is the fact that all my life, from the point that I can remember, I have been eating peanut butter and jelly sandwich for every meal of my life. For my breakfast, lunch, and supper, I eat peanut butter and jelly sandwich. I prefer Skippy's creamy peanut butter and Smuckers grape jelly to other brands. As long as it is peanut butter and jelly, I am okay with it. After all, I consider myself as having an open mind. One can be picky about their choice of peanut butter and jelly, as well as their choice of bread, but I am not so picky about my choices. 
 
 Today, however, I have faced a major challenge in my life. My mother, for the first time in my life, has refused to make peanut butter and jelly sandwich for me. She thinks that I need to change my diet and thus decided to go against my diet by refusing to make me peanut butter and jelly sandwich. Oh, mothers. They just love their son. I, however, had the Joker up in my sleeves. I told my mother that I will go eat at the Mexican restaurant across the street. My mother's face brightened. She happily gave me a twenty dollar bill and supported my decision. She asked me if I needed more money, but I told her that I will be okay with what she gave me. My mother was surely happy. She must be very happy to think that his son will break his lifelong streak in a matter of secons. Well, she does not know anything. 
 
 
 I walk to the restaurant across my home. I walk in and seat myself by the table near the window. I take a peek at the menu. Of course, nothing draws my eyes. In fact, I do n't intend to be drawn by the menu. I raise my hand to get the waitress's attention. I see a lady walking towards me. She pulls out a pen and a notepad. I hope she is ready for my next words. 
 
 `` May I have a peanut butter and jelly taco?'' 
 
 I ask the lady who is keenly looking into my eyes. She does not respond. I tell her again. 
 
 `` May I have a peanut butter and jelly taco?'' 
 
 She remains silent. Does she not understand English? I do n't think so. I made sure that this restaurant was English friendly. I mean, the lady in the front welcomed me in English and asked me if I came by myself or not. I am quite sure this restaurant checks their job applicant's lingual abilities. Well, let's try again. 
 
 `` May I have a peanut butter and jelly taco please? Por favor?'' 
 
 There. I slipped in the best Spanish that I can use. This should work. 
 
 `` Peanut butter jelly taco?'' 
 
 Yes, it worked. Not only that, I am glad that they have peanut butter and jelly taco in this restaurant. I was very afraid that I would miss my peanut butter and jelly. I have been having peanut butter and jelly sandwich my entire life. I love my meals that way, and I would n't want it to change my meals at all. Today, although not by choice, I chose to compromise a little. I decided to try something new. I wanted to see if I can order a peanut butter and jelly taco at the Mexican Restaurant across my home. I know they are Mexican, but they must know what peanut butter and jelly is. I am willing to give up the sandwich part, but I am not giving up my peanut butter and jelly. Oops, I think the lady is telling me something. 
 
 ``.......do you want?'' 
 
 I did n't catch her all the way. I, however, do n't want to bother asking her to repeat what she said. I feel like I am already being a nuisance by asking for a peanut butter and jelly taco. I am just going to give her an answer. 
 
 `` Oh, um... yes please. Thank you. Gracias.'' 
 
 This should work. It seems like my Spanish is a major appeal here. Why is she staring at me? Is my Spanish wrong? I do n't think so. What does she want? 
 
 `` Your food will be ready in 10 minutes. Chips and salsa can be self-served.'' 
 
 `` Thank you very much ma'am.'' 
 
 The lady stared at my eyes again for about 3 to 4 seconds, and walked away to the kitchen to submit my order. She is surely an odd one. I did n't think my eyes were that pretty. Anyways, I am overall satisfied with my current situation. Not only did I broke out my shell by ordering a peanut butter jelly taco at a Mexican restaurant across my home, but I also practiced some practical Spanish while ordering my food. I feel really achieved, I really do. I was getting tired of life. Going to the same school every day, staring at the same teachers, dealing with the same dirtbags, and ultimately being the same person on a daily basis. I needed a major change, and perhaps this peanut butter jelly taco will be the start of my evolution this year. Maybe I will be admitted to Stanford and get into the English program that I really wanted to be in. They say heaven only helps those who help themselves. Ah, I am not sure if I should say this, but sometimes I feel like all the dramatic cliches that represents rags to riches are meant for me.'A regular high school boy who only eats peanut butter and jelly sandwich changes his life by ordering a peanut butter and jelly taco at a Mexican restaurant across his home.' I am going to write that sentence when I go back home. This sentence will be the first sentence that I will be saying when I have those news reporters coming up to me with their mics. Oh, how great my future will be. Oh, here she comes. 
 
 `` We are terribly sorry sir, but we are out of peanut butter and jelly today. Would you like to order a different dish for your meal today?'' 
 
 What? I am suppose to say my life sentence you stupid woman. Come bring me my peanut butter and jelly taco dammit. You have no idea whose meal you are ruining here. I suppress the urge to yell out my deepest thoughts and speak to the woman. 
 
 `` Oh, that is okay ma'am. I understand. I understand that restaurants, who are meant to serve their customers, can run out of ingredients as well. It is not a big deal. I can just skip my meal today. I was not that hungry after all. Thank you!'' 
 
 Well, maybe today was not my moment. But hey, it is not like this restaurant is going anywhere tomorrow. I can try my new peanut butter and jelly taco anytime I want. I suppose today was just not my day. What a cliche. As I try to stand up, the lady opened her mouth again. 
 
 `` Senor, we have some great steak tacos. We also have a delicous plate of nachos that is considered as the neighborhood's favorite. Look around the restaurant. Everybody is enjoying their meal, and they are all eating different kinds of food. Our kitchen may not have peanut butter and jelly for you today, but we can proudly tell you that we can fix up something that will successfully fulfill your appetite. Why do n't you try something new today? It is always okay to try new things. Try our shrimp tacos. How about pozole? Carne Asada is also a good choice of meat for our dinner set if you want a filling meal. If you do n't like them, we will personally deliver peanut butter and jelly tacos to your home tomorrow. Give us a chance. What do you say?'' 
 
 I was genuinely shocked. What is this lady talking about? Why is she giving me a life lecture? Is n't her damn job to bring me the food that I ordered? Is my understanding of the word waitress incorrect? Usually, I would just stand up and leave, but a weird tickle gave me the impulse to let my voice out. 
 
 `` Look, I came here just because my mother would n't make me my peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. Okay? I ordered a peanut butter and jelly taco since this is a Mexican restaurant. Do n't you eat peanut butter and jelly? I am going to take back what I said earlier. Why do you not have peanut butter and jelly in your kitchen? I just do n't get it dammit. And you are here telling me what to eat for my dinner? I am 18 years old. I do n't need anybody telling me what my choice of meal should be. You just bring me the food that I ordered.'' 
 
 What a day. I came to order a peanut butter and jelly taco, and I end up being lectured by a waitress at a fucking taco shop. No need to waste my time here. I try to step out of the restaurant, and I can see some eyes glancing towards me. I am not liking this. 
 
 `` What are y'all looking at? Enjoying your show?'' 
 
 I open the door and head back to my home. My mom is in the living room listening to her list of music using her Ipad. She must not have heard me coming in. I throw myself on the bed. I think about what had happened earlier. 
 I did n't want to give up my peanut butter and jelly. I was n't also totally unwiling to compromise today. I was brave enough to give up my usual bread and switch to a taco. Yet, here is the world, shooting down my effort. I tried hard to change, but every time circumstances keep me from doing so. What are the odds of the kitchen not having peanut butter and jelly? No, really. I can honestly tell myself that I tried to bring upon some change in my life, but the cosmic power told me that it just was not my time. From the unprepared kitchen to the lecturing lady, today was just not my day. It just was not my day. 
 
 I fall asleep, and the very last thought that drifts through my heads is how I will convince my mother to make me peanut butter and jelly sandwich for tomorrow's breakfast. 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 `` Good morning mom. I had the neighborhood's nacho at the restaurant yesterday. Since I tried something new, would you mind making me a peanut butter sandwich for breakfast?'' 
 
 Fin. 김상훈 2017-01-10 
 
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