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I know. You all thought it was a match made in heaven four years back when I was first introduced to Chipotle by Audrey Marks and Phil Mattingly during an outing in Washington, DC. I did too. I thought we were going to be together forever. Me, with my voracious appetite for junk food, and Chipotle, with its more-than-enough-for-one-person burritos and chips. But alas, the past two weeks have really tested our relationship, and the bond just wasn’t as strong as I had once thought it to be.
Two weeks ago I hopped off the T in Cleveland Circle and headed into Chipotle for my Thursday night burrito, which has become a ritual over the past few months since on Thursdays I need to eat dinner quickly and then head over to j-o-b number two at the YMCA. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, and hey, since it’s good to be alive I had them throw in a bag of chips. I ate the burrito, changed into my bball attire and left, feeling good and secure about our relationship.
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