Anybody lose their shoes in the television studio last night?
They don’t fit me, so I know they aren’t mine. What’s more, you’d think a person would notice they didn’t have these on when they stepped outside.
The Yankee and I, as we often do these days, went to Chipotle for lunch today. I get to have lunch with her two or three times a week now and that hasn’t gotten old yet, but it was time to shake up the usual. So I tried …
“My name is David if it tastes good and Juan if it is bad,” the only chatty front line worker I’ve ever met at Chipotle said.
“Juan if it’s good, David if it isn’t. Got it!”
“Hey, no …”
They really should let them talk to you more.
Then again, it might be hard to come up with 1,900 interesting 45-second stories per day.
It’d take me at least two minutes to explain those shoes.
