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| - For some reason I only come here when I'm angry at the world.
And by world I mean my wife. And by angry, I mean eye daggers, not Ak-47's..
Yes, whenever I find myself in that weird place, too tired for a lingering sit-down dining experience, yet not hungry enough for a double Whopper with cheese, I come here.
But not before a series of long and drawn-out interrogatories from my wife.
Her: "What are you in the mood for?"
Me: "Nothing, I want to go home, have a drink and crash."
Her: "How's Mexican sound?"
Me: "Not as good as a Crown and soda."
Her: "Italian?"
Me: [tightening up like a little kid, facial muscles now squinched] "I want to go home."
Her: "What about, I know, Thai...you love Thai."
Me: [with all the aplomb I can muster] "Can we please just go home?"
Her: [not talking now, whipping her car into the Chipotle parking lot]
Me: [to cashier] Uh, yeah, give me three Dos Equis Ambers, a bag of chips and some guac."
Her: "Seriously?"
As I said, I only come here when I'm angry.
Three Dos Equis Amber, guac, chips, and three tacos...twenty three bucks.
The look on her face throughout 'dinner'....not so priceless.
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