Twice this week, I've passed up a chance to get a yummy, delicious burrito.
The first instance was Tuesday. Instead of stopping at a local joint to have a burrito with a friend, I went straight home. Upon arriving there, I took up the trash receptacle from the curb. When I opened the gate to stow it away, a newly forming (and unbeknownst to me) hornet's nest was disturbed. I was promptly, and I say somewhat hatefully, stung on the face by said hornet. This was not a fun experience.
You'd think I, of all persons, would've realized the obvious message the Universe was sending. But, alas, I did not comprehend the music.
So today, I think "Hey it's lunch. I like lunch. Maybe I should go get a burrito for lunch. Hmmm...".
Stupidly, I ponder this thought for more than a second and another piece of evil creeps in for a sit... "Well there is always that Greek place across the street. I haven't been there in awhile. I think I will have a gyro."
FOOL!!!!!!!!
So I go get the gyro. And it was very good. But now I am paying for my insolence. Instead of the satisfaction that only warm burrito belly can give a man (warm soup belly is pretty awesome, too), I am plagued by the density of all this devil's pig meat. What is devil's pig? Well lamb/goat/mutton of course. They are clearly the Brood of Beelzebub. My gut is drenched in so much lamb-crete now. I writhe with the bloated discomfort of this cloven-hoofed abomination's flesh.
So what's the moral? Who can truly speak to this. I've heard it whispered in the secret halls that every time a burrito is passed by, a possum is killed. I've come to the realization there really should be a fourth thing to remember added to the list cited by Edward Cole (Jack Nicholson) in "The Bucket List". Right after "never trust a fart" should be "never pass up a burrito".
I'm listening Universe and I am sorry...
The first instance was Tuesday. Instead of stopping at a local joint to have a burrito with a friend, I went straight home. Upon arriving there, I took up the trash receptacle from the curb. When I opened the gate to stow it away, a newly forming (and unbeknownst to me) hornet's nest was disturbed. I was promptly, and I say somewhat hatefully, stung on the face by said hornet. This was not a fun experience.
You'd think I, of all persons, would've realized the obvious message the Universe was sending. But, alas, I did not comprehend the music.
So today, I think "Hey it's lunch. I like lunch. Maybe I should go get a burrito for lunch. Hmmm...".
Stupidly, I ponder this thought for more than a second and another piece of evil creeps in for a sit... "Well there is always that Greek place across the street. I haven't been there in awhile. I think I will have a gyro."
FOOL!!!!!!!!
Please note that I did indeed, correctly, pronounce it YEE-ROW. And please, no arguments about this. I live just a few mile from Tarpon Springs, the largest Greek population in the US. My oldest graduated from TS High. I've been educated on this matter.
So I go get the gyro. And it was very good. But now I am paying for my insolence. Instead of the satisfaction that only warm burrito belly can give a man (warm soup belly is pretty awesome, too), I am plagued by the density of all this devil's pig meat. What is devil's pig? Well lamb/goat/mutton of course. They are clearly the Brood of Beelzebub. My gut is drenched in so much lamb-crete now. I writhe with the bloated discomfort of this cloven-hoofed abomination's flesh.
So what's the moral? Who can truly speak to this. I've heard it whispered in the secret halls that every time a burrito is passed by, a possum is killed. I've come to the realization there really should be a fourth thing to remember added to the list cited by Edward Cole (Jack Nicholson) in "The Bucket List". Right after "never trust a fart" should be "never pass up a burrito".
I'm listening Universe and I am sorry...
Shoulda had a burrito!
