I waited for the traffic to subside so that I could emerge from the driver's side, wade through my onlookers, and skip into the restaurant, being that I was late already. I realized, upon standing in line, that I hadn't fed the meter outside (I am from a tiny town in Texas, people). I dig through my
Okay, I'm good... I can breathe now. Now, where's C?? I smooth my skirt, stand up a little straighter. My phone buzzes, a message from C, alerting me that she's waiting at the front for me. I peck back, "I'm here!" and stand in line, waiting on my new BFF to arrive. Looking around, I notice the aroma of black beans and salsa. I squint at the menu board, yards ahead of me, and realize... yep. I'm at Chipotle.
I shuffle outside and run next door, breeze through the doors of my intended destination... and had my lunch date.
Is it Friday yet?