It’s not like she has any better ideas…

Today, just before lunch, I’ll bet you heard a loud shrieking noise – sort of like the Concord used to sound before it was permanently grounded.  That was no plane, it was Amy yelling at me over my Chipotle addiction.  Addiction is her word not mine.  I don’t think I have a problem.  Even if I go in there alone on the weekends when my family is out building robots.

I will admit that every time she asks what we’re having for lunch I say “Chipotle”.  I like Chipotle.  I also like to say it to watch her face turn red before she starts shrieking.  Now she says “What are we getting for lunch?  And don’t say Chipotle.”  So, of course, I say “Chipotle”.  Guess what we had for lunch today?  Chipotle.  I can be very persuasive when I want my way.  But maybe not too much because she only let us in there three times last week.  My personal best with her is four.  I’m trying for five.

Chipotle is constantly ranked in the top 5 for fast food restaurants in America because it sells REAL food.  I have tried to explain to her, more than once, that I ate the same “turkey with mayo on white bread sandwich” every day for 4 years while I was in middle school.  Eating Chipotle almost daily is not an issue for me.  It also works well on our current diet of not eating processed food.

It’s not an addiction.  It’s not.  However, if the 12 step meetings take place at one of the Chipotle locations, I’m in.