Go, you chicken fat, go away!

My wife kept asking me what I want for dinner.  I wouldn't mind fast food, but really it's not a good idea knowing I was going to run Usery in the morning.  I asked Emily what she wanted, and of course she said Taco Bell.  I decided I could stomach Taco Bell.  I also decided I would go with my wife so I could look at the menu.  It's changed so much lately.  I also decided I would take Herbie with us.  I made a lot of decisions.  So we drove to Taco Bell with me in the passenger seat and Herbie in the back.  He liked sticking his nose towards the window.  I saw a new item that looked good.  A nacho cheese gordita or something.  And of course I got two Doritos Locos® Taco Supremes.  But as soon as I told my wife what I wanted I jumped out of the car with Herbie.  I figured I was about a mile from home.  Turns out it was 0.90 miles.  I was hoping I could beat her home.  We started running.  Herbie wanted to sniff every light pole we passed.  Or pee on it.  I failed to think about the fact that he probably had to poop.  And he did.  So I ducked down and pretended like I was picking it up.  But I just left it there.  We got to Adobe and headed west.  I wasn't running fast, but faster than normal.  Then Vickie drove by.  She slowed down and looked right at me, but she said she didn't see me.  I got home a couple minutes after she did.