Maybe I'm Known Just A Little Too Well

I sneak off to lunch today to enjoy my ever most favorite burrito on earth, from Salsarita's. Now, I eat there a lot. Not many of the folks there are fluent in English, but most at least recognize me when I show up. I say hi and move on. But today when I showed up, the place was hopping.

The line was long and it was a mad rush to get the food out. I don't know if any of you have ever been there, but it's one of those faux Mexican places that seem to have taken over the States in the last few years. You walk in, they ask what you want, then they slide your food down from station to station, like a cafeteria, and pile more and more toppings on your food as it gets slid down.

Cool, that's pretty much how they all look. I never thought much about it, but today. The guy at the first station who normally asks what I want, burrito, nachos, quesadillas, whatever.

Today, he pulls out a wheat burrito and puts in on the counter when it's my turn. Weird, I think, but still, not too strange. The next guy, beans, rice, chicken. Slides it down. Next person, a dollop of sour cream, and two heaping spoonfuls of guacamole, just how I like it.

It's starting to get weird.

I make it down the line and get the best darn burrito I could have hoped for, without doing much more than nodding. It's not that one person knows me. They all do.

Next time, I'm ordering Nachos.

Anyway, my mini vacation from the internet is over I suppose. I'm sure the online world at large can breath a big sigh of relief now.

In other news, my short story I turned in to WOTF in the spring was summarily rejected. I'm pretty sure it's pure genius and the rejection was due to some technical snafu on their part, but whatever. Happy days everyone.