This is a somewhat super guest blog by my friend Monice. I say somewhat because it's actually an email she sent to one of our friends about our lunch experience at Chipotle yesterday (not an intentional post but a worthy one), and I'm just adding a few of my notes. It was HI-LARIOUS. I'm still shaking with laughter thinking about it.

Also, for those of you who don't know, Monice's real name is Monica. She just went through a phase where she was accidentally mistyping her own name in email messages and such as Monice and, in my mind, the name has stuck. She will forever be Monice!

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Message From: Monice
To: Jen & Meg
Subject: Corn? What corn?

Nice day for that. Meg & I had a somewhat bewildering experience at Chipotle. All you really missed was screaming down the assembly line because they were all backed up at the cash register.

Assembler A warmed up the tortilla and passed it to Assembler B who saw to it that I got the meat of my choice. Assembler B passed it on to Assembler C and that is where it went downhill.

Assembler C: "Do you want sour cream or guacamole?"

Me: "What?"

Assembler C: "DO YOU WANT SOUR CREAM OR GUACAMOLE?"

Me: "A little bit of sour cream"

Assembler C: "What?"

Me: "A LITTLE BIT OF SOUR CREAM"

(pass to Assembler D, meanwhile, we are still standing directly in front of Assembler A)

Bacon R. note: This is the point where, in between giggles, I became the half-assed translator of the burrito ordering situation. With every interaction, I butted in with my interpretation of what was going on.

Assembler D: "Do you want cheese?"

Me: "What?"

Assembler D: "DO YOU WANT CHEESE?"
Bacon R.: "I think she's asking, Do you want CHEESE?" (B.R. Note: which sounded like "youwansheez?")
Me: "Oh."

Me: "Yes, and some lettuce."

Assembler D: "What?"

Me: "YES, AND SOME LETTUCE"

At which I give a quizzical look so they think there is a problem and don't wrap up the burrito but keep looking down at it, looking back up at me, smirking amongst themselves and looking back at the burrito. As the line moves along, the woman at the end jumps out of line into position between Assemblers B&C and tells me that the "corn is no longer warm" and gestures to the burrito which has no corn in it.

Me: "Corn? What corn?"

Assembler D, who is masquerading as C: "Corn is no longer warm, can I change it?

Me: "OK?"

B.R. Note: This was the most baffling and funniest part. Monice and I looked at each other, peered at the burrito, and were like, Do you see any corn? I don't see any corn. Where is the corn? We look around to see if anyone else can point out the corn that isn't there.

At which time she proceeds to throw out the whole burrito and start over. And, of course, all the while, Bacon R is in the background chuckling and egging me on with my screaming down the assembly line.

B. R. Note: Ah, good times. Once Burrito #1 ended up in the trash, much to our dismay (Noooooooooo!), I said very crisply, "It's fine if my burrito is cold" and smoothly cut right in front of Monice in line, leaving her to start the whole process all over again ON HER OWN. Heh. I'm a good friend.

Entertaining!

- Monice