Today I Will Go To Chipotle for Lunch
by Bobby Finger
I will exit the building and walk down the street for a few blocks while listening to Metric’s “Breathing Underwater” which is a song I heard months ago but only yesterday began loving and I will turn onto the street that houses the Chipotle and I will walk inside and meet my friend and wait in line and while in line I’ll think about that commercial they released last tear with that Willie Nelson cover of that Coldplay song and wonder if maybe that ad is why I consider Chipotle to be a healthy option even though I’m stuffing my face with carbs and cheese and sodium and when I approach the counter I will say, “May I have a bowl to stay?” and I will ask for brown rice (healthier, I tell myself) and pinto beans (more flavorful than black, I tell myself) and chicken (the cheapest offered protein, I tell my bank account) and pico de gallo and hot salsa (I am from Texas) and corn and cheese (I’d say they put too much but there’s no such thing as too much cheese) and sour cream and though I’ll want guacamole (I want guacamole most moments of my life) but I will know that the $2.50 fee is highway robbery and I will pay for my burrito bowl and probably consider bringing my lunch to work from now on to save money and my friend and I will sit down and we will discuss “Temptation” because we’ve both seen it have many feelings and thoughts about its depiction of sex and HIV and pretty soon our burrito bowls will be empty and we will end the conversation and part ways and my friend and I will return to work and I will be full and happy because I ate a Chipotle burrito bowl and talked about a Tyler Perry movie with my friend and then I will think about how weird it is that Chipotle is always good and consider the fact that there must be thousands of people out there who find it as satisfying as I do.
I’m not the only one, am I?