Once, probably over Christmas break, I went to Chipotle for lunch at work. Desiring a delicious burrito, I decided to expand my horizons and add guacamole to my usual combo of meat, rice, black beans, cheese, sour cream, limited lettuce, and the corn salsa stuff. You'll never believe what happened to me. Guacamole, apparently, costs 75 cents extra. I couldn't believe it. I was horrified. HORRIFIED.
I think my rage took a few different levels. First of all, why wasn't the price of guacamole more explicitly stated? Secondly, why didn't the burrito-maker inform me of the price jump as he casually asked if I wanted guac? Thirdly, damn it, I'm a poor college student, and with tax, that's basically another dollar. It's not like guacamole is one seventh of the actual burrito's composition. So why should I be paying that much? Exactly.
Why is it that condiments are so expensive? You wouldn't pay for ketchup, would you? Mustard? No, none of these, unless you're cheap like Luther College.
Bottom line, I was pissed.
1 comment:
oh my. look what i started.
it really is true that writing inspiration can come from anywhere.
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