There’s a Chipotle literally steps from my apartment. And I go there. A lot. Last night, I stayed over a co-worker’s house in Somerville to take care of his dog while he’s away, and I had to take the T to Harvard Square, where there is the BIGGEST Chipotle I have ever seen.
So I walk in, and the girl pressing the tortilla shells in that heat/steam thing looks like a girl that works at my usual Chipotle. But instead of being super awkward as I usually am, I decided Continue reading
