Monday, October 09, 2006

Hold the Guacamole

Last week as GramTuna and I were off in search of lunch, we noticed an enormous line coming out of burrito eatery number 857 (aka Chipotle). The line was out the door and down the block, and although it was lunchtime, we thought it a bit odd that it should be that busy, considering the weather was rainy, cold and generally crummy.

Despite our love of burrito eatery number 857, we opted to eat in an eatery where we could stand in line inside instead of out.

On our way back we walked past the still-enormous snaking line and found out it was free burrito day at burrito eatery number 857.

Free. Hmmmm.

A little later that afternoon, I decided to give burrito eatery number 857 a call to see what was going on. What was going on was general pandemonium, and yes, truly it was free burrito day. Just show up. Just stand in line. One free burrito. One free pop (soda if you're reading this south of the Mason-Dixon line). No purchase necessary.


Knowing that TinyTuna loves burrito eatery number 857 as much as she loves burrito eatery number 856 (aka Qdoba), GramTuna and I decided to walk back and get her a special food surprise before dance class, because nothing says love like a one-hour jazz class right after you've eaten a chicken burrito. So, off we went to stand in line.

Thankfully it moved quickly, and within 15 minutes we were given our burrito bounty. As we were getting ready to leave, a manager type person came out on the floor and yelled, "WHO LOVES CHIPOTLE???" Not surprisingly, the place erupted in a chorus of hoots, hollers and thunderous applause. The fan appreciation was rewarded by t-shirts being heaved into the air, so I joined in and gave a CAPS LOCK, BOLD, and LEANED OVER WOOOOOO!!!! and don't you just know, the next thing I knew, there was a t-shirt coming straight at my head.


We walked out the door feeling oh-so-lucky. "I'm the best mom in the WHOLE WORLD!" I said. "TinyTuna gets a burrito AND a t-shirt!" I took the package and turned it over so I could read the t-shirt. Underneath a picture of a burrito it read:

when you
roll something
this good
it's illegal

"...Or, maybe not...." I laughed.

"We just won't tell her," GramTuna advised, wisely.

"Yeah. It's too bad, though," I said. "But, on the other hand, now I TOTALLY have the perfect inappropriate shirt to wear to church choir practice!"

"Totally!" Said GramTuna.


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