Help, I've tumbld and I can't get up.

Dang Cutters.

So I’m standing in line at Chipotle today, anticipating a delectable burrito bowl. There’s a girl in line in front of me who occasionally looks back towards the end of the line as we move forward. It’s like she’s hoping to see someone.

So we get to the point where she’s next in line to be served, and what happens? She sees who she was looking for, some other girl who just got there. Very Late Girl #2 just walks to the front of the line, bypassing at least a dozen very unhappy people, to stand in line with her friend, Nervous Gawker Girl #1. They then proceed to perform some very unconvincing charade depicting how one girl was bringing the other girl the money to pay for the food. Um, whatever. I see you both have at least $50 in hand. Then, to add insult to injury, they produce & compare lists of lunch requests for their friends back at the office, and you can just about hear the entire line groan. And without even so much as a “Hey, do you mind if my very late and undeserving friend cuts in line?”, The Girls step up to the ordering plate and order 9 burritos, taking twice as long to do so because they have to keep referring to their scribbled notes like noob tourists ordering escargot at L’Oulette.

Priceless moment: The co-manager, seeing what was happening, walks over to the Girls and hands them each a fax order form. “This will make things easier for everyone next time,” he says.

I chuckled. They heard me. Tee hee.