I stopped by Chipotle today on my way home for some eats. I was having the sweaty shakes (though that’s neither here nor there). As I was getting my coke, the friendly Chipotle worker (let’s call him Louis) says, “You eat here every night!” I protested. He replied, “well [and thought pensively for a moment] at least 2 times a week.” This is true. I could not protest. I tried to make it less embarrassing that I eat at the same fast food place at least twice a week by telling him that I’m from Colorado and I used to go to the original Chipotle on Evan’s Street. But, that only made it worse. How embarrassing!
Don’t get me wrong. I like the idea of being a regular. I just envisioned being a regular at a place more like a Cheers or a Monk’s, not a fast food joint where I always get a vegetarian burrito bowl to go and then eat it at home while watching Seinfeld re-runs.
And, in other embarrassing news, on my way home from Chipotle, a cute boy caught me smelling my armpits in my car. What have I become???