The Sisters and their lunch misadventures

This might be too soon to bring this up. Ava’s still feeling fragile about it.

Yesterday I put my foot down. We were not eating Chipolte again. I simply couldn’t do it. Not again. Maybe never.

We went to Wendys for a salad. There was miserable lettuce and too much stinky cheese. Ava expressed a great deal of unhappiness. (Ave here: Unhappiness?  you’d think a fabulous writer like Amy would use the right word – MISERY.  Misery is the right word.)  I didn’t disagree, but seriously, I couldn’t take anymore Chipolte.

No.

Today the first thing out of her mouth was, “I don’t want to hear any crap from you missy. We’re getting Chipolte for lunch.”

We fitted in lunch between conference calls. That’s how we spend our days at Bank of No Forks. We had like twelve minutes to get food and get back before the next call started. We pulled up into the Chipolte parking lot. Everything looked fine. When we got inside however, the floor fell out of Ava’s world. The line was wrapped around the building. There was no way we were ever going to make it in time.

I convinced her we’d better get Chik-fil-a instead. There was blubbering. (Ava again: There was blubbering.) Still it had to be done.

We got to the Chik-fil-a with 7 minutes left.  The line was even longer, and we couldn’t wait there either.  We decided to drop Ava off and then figure out where to get lunch from.  As soon as we got back to the office, it was decided, without Ava, we’d get Greek food.  She grudgingly agreed, really having no choice but she warned us we’d be sorry.

And believe it or not – we were.  The tzatziki sauce was off.  She ate her entire lunch with a self-satisfied smug smile on her face.  Two bad lunches in a row.

I’m not happy to admit it but we’re getting Chipotle tomorrow.  At least we know the food will be good and maybe Ava will shut up.  (Ava: I probably won’t shut up but YEA CHIPOTLE!!!!!)

Alright alright alright.