How cilantro can make you my BFF
Today we had a field trip to Chipotle. Our 20 person staff all piled into various mini vans and Jettas and headed across town to Chipotle because they were celebrating our nonprofit organization and were providing all of us with free lunch. Chipotle is super busy at lunch time but they were very accommodating and quick with our various burrito, taco and fajita orders.
Since it was so busy, we were sprinkled here and there in the tiny dining space. I ended up smack across my immediate supervisor. This was good because she shared her guac and chips. (Um if you are not familiar with Chipotle, I suggest you drop everything and go to your nearest location and consume as much of the heavenly guac as possible).
Still reading… fine, but when you are done it is straight to guac!
Anyway, while munching down my burrito bowl, (um if you are not familiar with Chipotle, I suggest you drop everything and go to your nearest location and consume a burrito bowl – ask for no rice and extra lettuce so that you have room for guac) I asked said supervisor a question and waited for the reply. When I looked up from my bowl of burrito goodness, my eyes went directly to her teeth. They were covered in flecks of cilantro. The whole scene was reminiscent of moss on trees in a Louisiana bayou
Should I say something?
Since it was so busy, we were sprinkled here and there in the tiny dining space. I ended up smack across my immediate supervisor. This was good because she shared her guac and chips. (Um if you are not familiar with Chipotle, I suggest you drop everything and go to your nearest location and consume as much of the heavenly guac as possible).
Still reading… fine, but when you are done it is straight to guac!
Anyway, while munching down my burrito bowl, (um if you are not familiar with Chipotle, I suggest you drop everything and go to your nearest location and consume a burrito bowl – ask for no rice and extra lettuce so that you have room for guac) I asked said supervisor a question and waited for the reply. When I looked up from my bowl of burrito goodness, my eyes went directly to her teeth. They were covered in flecks of cilantro. The whole scene was reminiscent of moss on trees in a Louisiana bayou
Should I say something?
Should I just blatantly run my tongue over my teeth hoping she’ll get the hint?
My eyes wandered aimlessly around the room, but landed right back into the bayous of cilantro.
As I stared the mess, I began to see that as she talked they disappeared. Pretty soon there was only one lone fleck lodged between her incisor and cuspid. I pondered the pros and cons of telling her. On the one hand, I would hope that someone would tell me. On the other hand, I don’t know if we have developed that tight of bond yet. As I thought, I continued to run my tongue over my teeth the whole time making little smacking noises.
I couldn’t stand it any longer.
I told her.
She thanked me and called me her best friend. I thought to myself, “You probably shouldn’t call me that since I had to convince myself to do this and I compared you to a bayou and everything.” But, I felt justified and good about it. I had saved her from utter embarrassment at the 1:00 meeting we both were attending after the field trip.
So, the 1:00 meeting comes and goes.
Around 2:45 I visit the ladies room.
I look into the mirror when I wash my hands admiring my reflection and how perky my boobs look in the shirt I am wearing. I give a little smile and teeth check and what should glare right back at me? That’s right…a huge…green… mother flippin’ fleck of cilantro!
My eyes wandered aimlessly around the room, but landed right back into the bayous of cilantro.
As I stared the mess, I began to see that as she talked they disappeared. Pretty soon there was only one lone fleck lodged between her incisor and cuspid. I pondered the pros and cons of telling her. On the one hand, I would hope that someone would tell me. On the other hand, I don’t know if we have developed that tight of bond yet. As I thought, I continued to run my tongue over my teeth the whole time making little smacking noises.
I couldn’t stand it any longer.
I told her.
She thanked me and called me her best friend. I thought to myself, “You probably shouldn’t call me that since I had to convince myself to do this and I compared you to a bayou and everything.” But, I felt justified and good about it. I had saved her from utter embarrassment at the 1:00 meeting we both were attending after the field trip.
So, the 1:00 meeting comes and goes.
Around 2:45 I visit the ladies room.
I look into the mirror when I wash my hands admiring my reflection and how perky my boobs look in the shirt I am wearing. I give a little smile and teeth check and what should glare right back at me? That’s right…a huge…green… mother flippin’ fleck of cilantro!
I guess I have no B.F.F.s in the workplace. Heavy sigh. But, free burrito bowl...mmmmm
2 comments:
queenster thinks she saw cilantro still your teeth last at home .... or was that just actual moss. Hmm? :)
I just had to comment, I for one would hope that someone would tell me about the bayou hanging moss. I had that happen on many occasion were no one told me of the damn bats hanging and flying around in the cave. Not until one flew out and landed on said persons.
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