I have no idea why I had to learn all the state capitals.
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My father and I went to Chipotle today . He parked the car, handed me money and said, “Get me a pork burrito.”
“Oh, I thought you were going in,” I said.
“No, just get me a pork burrito.”
“You want the meal?” I asked.
“No, but get it with the spicy sauce,” he said.
“And guacamole?”
“No.”
“So no guacamole. No meal, but you want the mild sauce.”
“No, spicy sauce.”
“Right, no spicy sauce, got it. You want the burrito or the salad?”
“Wait, yes, spicy sauce, and the wrapped up burrito.”
“The meal? I don’t understand,” I said, concentrating hard with an expression like I was just told that 2+2 equals a sack of potatoes.
Then he grabbed the money, slammed the door behind him and went in himself. I fought back a smile.
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My brother has a red ax in a case over his bed that says, “IN CASE OF ZOMBIES, BREAK GLASS.”
Ah, the burrito thing is genius. Must try one day…
Haha! You rock!
wow, I really enjoyed looking at your blog specially reading the short stories you tell. But my favorite was the Chipotle story. It’s full of warmth, humor and love.
I have a hero in mind, its no one specific, not really even a person, just an amalgamation of everything I want to remember and somehow acknowledge in my daily life, and this story just became part of it.
Thanks for sharing!