Adventures in Taco Bell

Never go to Taco Bell at 8:30 on a Friday night in Redding. You just might get hit on by some guy who is rather high. It's great fun.

A summary:

Kourt, Linds, and I were happily eating our quesadillas, cheesy fiesta potatoes and crunchwrap supremes when a young man walked over to our table with a burrito in hand. "May I sit with you?" he asks. We girls look at each other in confusion, searching for hints as to how to respond.
"Why??" Kourtney and I chorus in confusion and incredulity (who the heck is this guy, and what does he want).
"My cousins over there"- he points to a table half way across the room- "are f-ing idiots and can't carry on a conversation worth s*. So can I join your conversation?"
We glance at each other for a final time and say, "Uh... sure."
"Cool, thanks." He slides into our booth (I'm thankful we took the big one in the corner). "So," he starts, "what grade are you girls in?"
We chuckle to ourselves, though slightly miffed that we appear to only be in high school. Oh well, we'll be thankful when we're 50 and still look like models.
"Well, we're juniors."
"Oh yeah?" he says hopefully.
"In college," we clarify.
"Ooooh," he replies uncomfortably, shifting in his seat, " I am definitely out of my league here." (No kidding.)
By now, we've figured out that he is super weird and creepy, though really, really lost and confused. The other girls probably already picked up that he's high, but I'm niave and slow. So it took me longer.
He persists in talking. "What are you each majoring in?"
"Psych."
"Oooh. ... Psych?"
"Yeah, psychology."
"Oh! [lightbulb goes on] Wow, I've never, like, mastered in anything before. I'm majoring in chemistry. So I can make drugs."
We start to laugh, then realize he's not laughing. Whoops, that wasn't a joke.
"Well, what do you want to do?" he inquires.
Kourtney (you're wonderful, by the way) answers, "Well, I really enjoy working with homeless ministries, especially the kids there. But we'll see where God leads."
The word "God" caught his attention. "Oh, God? You're religious? You believe in God?"
"Yes we do."
"Oh, so do you go to the Baptist church?" he asks, as though everyone who believes in God goes to the Baptist church. "I... I went there a couple weeks ago because this guy, he was supposed to uh, well, it was the kind that put their hand on your forehead and healed you. I got healed of my drug problem." (Apparently not, hon. Sorry.)
We told him that we didn't in fact go to the Baptist church, but that we go to a different one. He soon excused himself; the religious overtones were scaring him we think.
Once he sat down with his cousins, he called over to us, "Hey, you girls want to come sit with us?"
We didn't even have to look at each other for help. "Uh, NO."

And then we left. This poor guy was pretty confused most of the conversation. It was quite sad to see someone so young that much out of it. I hope his attendance at the Baptist church leads him to Christ, and that he is able to turn his life around.