Chipotle Chew Out
The other day I found myself in a Chipotle restaurant and luckily, as I was in a hurry, due to all the recent ecoli outbreaks they had a very short line.
It was the summer of …whatever, and the sky was …whatever. I was walking into a restaurant (so glad I spelt that word right, for the first time ever), let’s just call this restaurant (I DID IT AGAIN!) “Chipotle”, since that’s the exact restaraunt (FUCK!) that I confidently walked into… due to the whole “e coli” thing, the line was very short, lucky for me!
I waited patiently in line, picturing my perfect taco (yeah, I know “Chipotle” is known for it’s burritos and for being owned by McDonalds, but let’s not talk about burritos nor McDonalds at this time). I pictured a taco, with shredded chicken, lettuce, pico, and a little bit of cheese, and maybe –MAYBE (if I’m feeling ‘Richy Rich’ when I get to the counter) some guacamole (you can shut up, we all know it’s extra).
After waiting in line, I finally get up the counter. I ask my for my dream taco (fuck you, I got three, THEY HAD A DEAL!) and I asked for shredded chicken, lettuce, pico, cheese, and (I was in fact feeling ‘Richy Rich’) guacamole! I was on a roll!
Then it happened… The guy at the counter (the obnoxious pig) asked me “what kind of beans do you want on these tacos?” (he just assumed I wanted them). I said “no, I don’t want any beans, just – (I was about to recite my perfect taco again) but then he interrupted “most people like beans”.
Okay. I don’t.
He didn’t seem to understand. I felt like he was pressuring me into something I didn’t want to do, pushing his beans onto me… “I’m okay without beans, mister”. He said to me “are you SURE?”, so I finally looked him in his aggressive bean-slinging eyes and said “LOOK SIR, NO BEANS NO!”.
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