My First Burrito Blackout

Dear Chipotle Headquarters,

I am writing you this letter at 7:53am from my 15th floor Embassy Suites hotel room in FT Worth, Texas. I do not know why but my head hurts and my body aches. All I can think is “What happened last night?”

Here are the events that I can recall from last night:

7:32pm – I head over to Chipotle with nothing but Burritos on my mind.
7:38pm - Arrive at Chipotle. NO LINE. I think to myself, “God shows up in unexpected places”
7:39pm – Execute my order perfectly to the Chipotle line work. Glad I practiced in the car.
7:40pm – Get to the POS, and asked the cashier for her number. She says $7.98.
7:41pm – Seatbelt my burrito in. This confuses the woman getting out of the car next to me.
7:46pm – Valet asks how my trip was. “SHH, she’s sleeping” as I point to the bag I am cradling.
7:50pm – From here on, things get hazy..

The last think I remember is taking my shirt off, turning the lights off and switching on the TV. The channel was on a telenovela - I turn the volume up all the way up for some reason.
As I sit here writing you this letter, I see guacamole smeared on the walls. Not much guacamole but enough to warrant a second glance. I do not know what came over me last night but this was my first burrito blackout.

I will send you updates as I try to piece together what happened.

Confused,

Steven A. deCsesznak