My goodness, do I love Chipotle! They have the best guacamole in the city. I’d say the state but Little Donkey in Homewood has the best in the state. Their guacamole is like magic. I don’t know if you have a Chipotle in your neck of the woods but we have one right around the corner from our house. We go there WAY too much.
It’s crazy crowded at lunch time and you usually end up sitting by strangers. It’s one of those restaurants that has long bars to sit at instead of tables. Since I’m a big extrovert I don’t have a problem with that. Bring on the strangers! The more the merrier and all that.
Last week though? Even though it started like your typical visit to Chipotle it didn’t end that way. The restaurant was packed so I sat down at the corner bar. No sooner had I arranged my stuff when a young guy and girl sat down right beside me and began to shoot the breeze with each other.
At first it was the typical stuff. ‘How have you been?’ and “How’s your brother?’ Then, without warning, the girl looks at the guy and says:
“Remember when we used to date? Maybe we should try that again.”
Like a boss, girl! You go!
“Even I know you’re not supposed to eavesdrop.”
Shhh. Go away, child.
Well, of course, I was all in on this conversation. I didn’t even have to try and eavesdrop since the girl was talking so loudly and we were packed in so tight.Their conversation started out perfectly. It was like magic and romance and stars in the sky and, darn it all, the cutest Taylor Swift song you can imagine. They brought up all the good times and remember how even grocery shopping was fun together. I just knew they were going to reconcile and the Chipotle guacamole was going to work its magic!
And then came Rochester.
Now I don’t remember who brought up Rochester. I don’t know whether they were talking about Rochester, New York or Rochester, New Hampshire but where ever it was, it did not go well for them in that city. In fact, it sounded so bad I don’t even want to go to a city named Rochester, like ever.
Things got even chillier after that. The mere mention of Rochester soured them both to the idea of ever getting back together. Finally he said ‘don’t ever mention Rochester to me again!’
I thought they might part on peaceful terms at least but then he had to go and complain about her dog.
‘Well, at least my dog doesn’t disrespect me in front of my sister!’
And that friends, was the end of the idea of getting back together. She picked up her trash, swished her ponytail, and walked out of that place with her head held high.
What can I say? It’s guacamole, not guacamagic.