Some of you are Fuzzy’s Taco Shop fans. While others, well, you’re special.
You’re not just fans or even super-fans; you’re almost considered “tenants” by law. You live here, and you love here. You laugh here, and you cry here. You don’t sleep here, but you would if we let you. (You better not shower here. Hello, health codes.)
If this happens to be you, know that we love your enthusiasm. Honestly, we do. We just wanted to alert you to a few signs that your fandom was turning a little fanatical. (Not that we’re complaining.)
The cashier knows your name.
Sometimes you wanna go where everybody knows your name. We get it. But if you and the Fuzzy’s team members are on a first-name basis, chances are you may be walking the line between “regular” and “addict.”
And your order.
Well, if they know your name, they certainly know how many baja tacos you like, whether you prefer soft or crunchy and how you like your garlic sauce on the side.
You have a table claimed.
The corner table with a perfect view to the kitchen and all the TVs, that’s your jam. People who come in frequently know that table as “off limits.” Every now and then some rookie wanders over and takes your spot. The scene quickly turns Mean Girls: “You can’t sit with us!”
Your cabinets are filled with Fuzzy’s cups.
Whenever you have guests over, no matter the beverage, it’s getting served in a Fuzzy’s cup. You use them to water your plants, hold your toothbrush and even to catch the drip from that leak in your ceiling.
Your friends and family habitually freeload off your Fuzzy’s points.
You’ve become the godfather of Fuzzy’s points. People come to you in times of need, even at your daughter’s wedding, to ask this favor of you. You’re quick to offer up as many points as they need—an offer they can’t refuse.
People know to just meet you here.
Eventually your friends and family don’t even bother asking where to meet you. They just show up at your local Fuzzy’s and there you are in that infamous corner table of yours.
Your phone autocorrects to Fuzzy’s.
You go to say, “That’s so funny,” but it comes out “That’s so Fuzzy’s.” What’s even more alarming, though, is when you typed, “I love you,” it autocorrected to, “Hey, I’m at Fuzzy’s.” At least you’re passionate about something, right?
You, friend, take your Fuzzy’s seriously. We’ll see you at the corner table tomorrow, bright and early!
