Lay Me Down Mr. Burrito Man
Dear Mr. Burrito Man at El Farolito,
Thank you for making me such a kick ass burrito. Thank you for filling it with perfectly ripe and creamy avocado, and for shaking the water out of the black beans before you lovingly placed them in my wrap of delight. Thank you for making it spicy. Thank you for smiling when I said "Muchas Gracias."
Most of all, thank you for having patience that I don't possess. I don't know where you get the self control required to not hurl carnitas at the dumb teenage bitches who interrupt your cooking with the following:
THEM: How many shrimps you get?
YOU: Five. You can get them in a burrito.
THEM: But I want them shrimps by themselves! How much for them?
YOU: You can't order them by themselves.
THEM: Well that's fucking stupid.
You displayed a level of control that I simply do not have. I love you. You're my hero.
xoxo
Joy
"To eat is a necessity. To eat intelligently is an art."
--La Rochefoucauld
posted by Joy @ 6:52 AM
2 Comments:
Sometimes, you just gotta whomp them.
'specially because I KNOW (and I know you know) that we all weren't that snotty and arrogant when we were teenagers.
Right?
Had similar feelings for the burrito man a couple weeks ago when the idiotic girl in front of me wouldn't get off her cell phone long enough to place her order and answer his questions. The arrogance of some people some times is just plain scary.
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