It’s almost embarrassing ordering this monstrosity. I used to exclusively order my food off the Chipotle app to avoid coming face to face with my creation but lately it has been more convenient to stop by after work instead of going home and ordering. There’s a guy named Garrett that is always working when I come in, his title is Burrito Master. He used to greet me in the usual mass produced customer service tone but now when I see him, he is silently screaming.

“Hi Garrett.”

Before I’m even done with my greeting he puts two tortillas on the pan and toasts them. “Can I get a double tortilla steak burrito with white rice and black beans?” He waits for my next requests. “Can I get extra fajita veggies, extra corn salsa, extra tomato salsa, lettuce, cheese, extra sour cream.” I move over to the girl upfront and she rings me up. 8 dollars and some change for a burrito the size of my lung. I see Garrett the Burrito Master is struggling.

I’m sorry Garrett

I offer with my eyes as the fillings spill out the ends.

He crams it back in and rolls it over, it flops like a beached whale.

I’m sorry Garrett the Burrito Master.