my mom is gone for a week and my brother is throwing a party on her first night away, last time this happened i had to talk to 4 cops at 6am and tell them i ate a burrito and passed out so i couldn’t help them
Ronnie and Dizzy, aka Team Tiny Bean, were behind the bar today. Ronnie’s beans weren’t so much the disappointment today. It was just kinda… everything else. The rice didn’t give me very high hopes for the rest of the burrito, but Ronnie seemed to pull an Ashley maneuver and started warming a 2nd tortilla. I got excited. Even if he wasn’t planning on filling the first tortilla until bursting, then maybe he was still expecting the first one to fail, and I would get some extra substance. The beans were ok, but there were no veggies today. Even when they’re bad, I still kind of want them. I don’t get a whole lot of stuff, ya know? I got the very last handful of lettuce, which always makes me wonder why these shreds of leaf were passed up. Why were these the ones left behind? The 2nd wrap never came. The internet is still down, so my points have been cached, and will still supposedly update when the system comes back online.
When I was walking back to the office, I was trying to cross the street, but some dude in a new, bright yellow Camaro decided it was more important to cut in front of me so he could go half a block and get stuck in the standstill traffic on Wisconsin Avenue for the stupid drawbridge. That damn bridge spent more time up than down today. I heard Jay-Z and Beyonce’s yacht was docked in Milwaukee today, but it probably wasn’t that. It was probably just paddle taverns and other recreational vessels that are given free rein to bring all traffic to a halt all day every day. I feel like the tiny burritos I’ve been getting are atonement for the inconsiderate actions of humanity. I’m not saying I’m innocent. The opposite, in fact. I am just like everyone else. Hungry. Dissatisfied. Tired of waiting in that unmoving line for the bridge that doesn’t give a damn about you or anyone else. I scheme of ways to get ahead, not of the bridge, but just ahead of the next person in front of me. To get more beans out of Ronnie. To get that double wrap, failing so often, and then getting so frustrated at my failure. every. single. time.
I’m getting the burrito I deserve. I’m getting the burrito we all deserve. Ronnie. Dizzy. The Game. The Matriarch. They are the judges carrying out the sentence. The plop of the guacamole onto the tortilla is the sound of their gavel.
What's your opinion on burritos? I can't sleep due to my brain is stuck on food while it's too late to cook. :P
Oh man, I LOVE burritos. I get at least one burrito from Qdoba every week. I gotta have it with beef and lots of queso and habanero sauce. I’ve been to Chipotle once in my life in Minnesota but I prefer Qdoba.