Where everybody knows your name…
I am having an affair.
With Breakfast Burrito.
So far, Blueberry Muffin has not found out. I still visit the restaurant to get my strawberries and I tell Blue on those morning when I don’t pick him up that I need to cut back on a few calories today but I promise to be back tomorrow. He’s completely in the dark about my affair. So far.
My very lame defense is Mr. Burrito only has 300 calories and 12 grams of protein.
He also has 16 grams of fat meaning he’s got a sizable gut on him. No one said affairs were about looks alone.
My morning stops at the local burrito bar have dropped significantly since Blue returned to my life in September. I wasn’t tempted by the melting cheese and spicy peppers with a warm, fluffy muffin by my side. But every now and then, say after a particularly long run or when the boss is out and I don’t have to be at work as early to turn on her computer and get coffee, my heart begins to beat a little faster, my mouth starts to water and I know my car will almost drive itself to the bar to pick up Mr. Burrito.
As I turn the corner, I see those golden arches and I know I am moments away from my reunion.
This morning was such a day. I couldn’t resist.
I’ve known for a while now that I may need to seek professional help to overcome my desire to continue this affair but this morning, I knew I had visited the bar far too often.
The workers at my bar are just the nicest folks. They always smile, say good morning and thank you. And they pass the true test which means they wipe the side of my large DDP with a rag before they give it to me. That’s class right there. The same people have been working the windows (yes, both are open and operational at my bar) since I began my affair months and months ago. This morning, however, Woman at Window 1 was training a new and lovely lady. I handed Gray-haired Newbie my card who then pleasantly swiped and returned the card with a smile. As I'm waiting for the car in front of me to pull up, I hear W@W1 say, “She’s one of our regulars.”
The jig is up. The news is out. They’ve finally found me.
My visits to the bar have come to an end.
Maybe.
I am having an affair.
With Breakfast Burrito.
So far, Blueberry Muffin has not found out. I still visit the restaurant to get my strawberries and I tell Blue on those morning when I don’t pick him up that I need to cut back on a few calories today but I promise to be back tomorrow. He’s completely in the dark about my affair. So far.
My very lame defense is Mr. Burrito only has 300 calories and 12 grams of protein.
He also has 16 grams of fat meaning he’s got a sizable gut on him. No one said affairs were about looks alone.
My morning stops at the local burrito bar have dropped significantly since Blue returned to my life in September. I wasn’t tempted by the melting cheese and spicy peppers with a warm, fluffy muffin by my side. But every now and then, say after a particularly long run or when the boss is out and I don’t have to be at work as early to turn on her computer and get coffee, my heart begins to beat a little faster, my mouth starts to water and I know my car will almost drive itself to the bar to pick up Mr. Burrito.
As I turn the corner, I see those golden arches and I know I am moments away from my reunion.
This morning was such a day. I couldn’t resist.
I’ve known for a while now that I may need to seek professional help to overcome my desire to continue this affair but this morning, I knew I had visited the bar far too often.
The workers at my bar are just the nicest folks. They always smile, say good morning and thank you. And they pass the true test which means they wipe the side of my large DDP with a rag before they give it to me. That’s class right there. The same people have been working the windows (yes, both are open and operational at my bar) since I began my affair months and months ago. This morning, however, Woman at Window 1 was training a new and lovely lady. I handed Gray-haired Newbie my card who then pleasantly swiped and returned the card with a smile. As I'm waiting for the car in front of me to pull up, I hear W@W1 say, “She’s one of our regulars.”
The jig is up. The news is out. They’ve finally found me.
My visits to the bar have come to an end.
Maybe.
You're amazing. You can even make a trip through the drive-through to get a burrito into an adventure. I love it. Now you know why I have to have my Robin fix every day. Martha
ReplyDeleteThat cracks me up! The people at Jason's deli probably think that around here b/c George and I go every Sunday after church b/c its the only place in Monkeytown that sells organic food!
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