Two weeks ago, my boss told me I was looking gaunt. And he suggested I go to Medical. I laughed it off. Maybe I had pt’d too much, but I doubt it. Even so, folks around the office may have taken notice because last week, I was gifted with THREE BURRITOS!
It is a great feeling to come back from running around to meetings and find a burrito on your desk. The first one may not totally count as a gift. The salty folks in my cubicle have agreed to celebrate Wednesday morning with burritos. (Yes, I was the one who got my whole cubicle sick with the chorizo burritos. Except for one guy with an iron stomach.) So on Wednesday, I was “surprised” with a breakfast burrito from the Valero gas station out in Encinitas. Beans. Eggs. Potatoes. Cheese. The classics. Delicious.
And Thursday, one of the civilians, unbeknownst to me, left a two pound surf and turf burrito from Sarita’s Taco Shop on my desk. You have no idea how perfect it is. I ate it in two meals. Carne Asada and shrimp. There are great Americans and then there are great Americans and that civilian who bought me that baby is a great American.
On Friday, one of the contractors got me a Billy Bob burrito from the roach coach. Don’t freak out, Moody’s has some good food. A Billy Bob is gravy, egg, potato, and sausage. Kind of a southern thing mixed in with a Mexican cosa. Utterly outstanding.
Shall I talk about the chile rellano burrito I had today from Moody’s? I told the ladies at the roach coach it was so good, it should be illegal!