Chipotle on my Mind

Dear Chipotle Headquarters,

Today I woke up with the imminent thought of my domestic duties that Sunday brings. What got me out of bed was the comforting thought of burying my face in a delicious Chipotle burrito. After breakfast, I started to meal prep for the week to come. I started thawing out my chicken and bringing water to a boil for my organic quinoa. Next, I set out my five containers to fill for when the food is fully prepared. Now you may be asking, why just five containers. Last I checked, a week has seven days in it. While you are correct in this statement, you have overlooked a very important piece of information. Two burritos a week keeps the mind at peak.

The time was 12:23pm and the only thing on my mind was Chipotle’s ever-satisfying line-up of meats, cheese, vegetables and salsas. I quickly threw my laundry in the washer and started to run to my car. Midway through crossing the street I forgot that my girlfriend was still doing laundry and I left without her. I flipped a U turn and started running back to my apartment. With my single-track mind playing chipotle scenarios on what I was going to order, I nearly got ran over by some guy in a BMW. Apparently running halfway into the street and then standing there for 20 seconds realizing you forgot your partner and running the way you came is “an asshole move.”

I ordered my burrito and was off to the races trying to get the burrito inside me as fast a possible. The finale of my burrito eating session happened when my girlfriend gave me the Heimlich maneuver from a piece of perfectly cooked chicken. Needless to say, my Sunday lived up to my expectations and Chipotle remains on my mind.

I love you. You had me at “Burrito.”

Steven A. deCsesznak

DISCLAIMER The opinions expressed in this letter are the result of childhood anxiety, adulting stress and my innate self-deprecating and inappropriate humor type.