a good sit and a 79 cent burrito
Sometimes, I really enjoy a good sit. On a bench, in a chair, whatever. Enough said.
I've given up the quest for the delicious 79 cent burrito.
In a previous period of my life, for several years I would on occasion find myself drifting toward the frozen burrito sections of various convenience stores. These establishments offered many brands of cheap microwavable burritos. Now, I had even at that point eaten my share of poor pasty frozen burritos. Though at times they provided necessary calories, they never satisfied me in any deep sort of way. Yet I always held out hope that someday I would purchase a burrito for less than a dollar that would taste nearly as divine as a five dollar taqueria super or especial with the works. I tried and tried, but of course I never did.
But where did I get the idea that I could put one over on the man this way? It's like believing in a get-rich quick scheme or thinking that this time I'll hang one microphone up in THAT spot and run another out of the board and just maybe I'll get an album quality recording of my band.
We all have our 79 cent burrito delusions, don't we? I don't -- anymore. I've learned to buy the big burrito from the taqueria. It's still a great deal.
One time ten years ago when I had a beard, I noticed it had some white spots. I thought I was starting to show signs of age. Turns out I just was staining it with toothpaste. Now there really are white whiskers creeping out of my face, but I don't really care. This is too interesting so I'll stop.
I've given up the quest for the delicious 79 cent burrito.
In a previous period of my life, for several years I would on occasion find myself drifting toward the frozen burrito sections of various convenience stores. These establishments offered many brands of cheap microwavable burritos. Now, I had even at that point eaten my share of poor pasty frozen burritos. Though at times they provided necessary calories, they never satisfied me in any deep sort of way. Yet I always held out hope that someday I would purchase a burrito for less than a dollar that would taste nearly as divine as a five dollar taqueria super or especial with the works. I tried and tried, but of course I never did.
But where did I get the idea that I could put one over on the man this way? It's like believing in a get-rich quick scheme or thinking that this time I'll hang one microphone up in THAT spot and run another out of the board and just maybe I'll get an album quality recording of my band.
We all have our 79 cent burrito delusions, don't we? I don't -- anymore. I've learned to buy the big burrito from the taqueria. It's still a great deal.
One time ten years ago when I had a beard, I noticed it had some white spots. I thought I was starting to show signs of age. Turns out I just was staining it with toothpaste. Now there really are white whiskers creeping out of my face, but I don't really care. This is too interesting so I'll stop.
posted by Mark Meritt at 8:39 PM
4 Comments:
where can you even get a frozen burrito for 79 cents anymore?!
Ah, the nearly-lost usage of "sit" as a noun. I, too, am a shameless fan of taking a load off and puttin' them dogs up for a spell. Unfortunately, I tend to do so with reckless disregard for the nuances of proper posture and sometimes will spend nearly an hour deep in "the slouch" before I essay a more-nearly vertical orientation...
As for burritos, well...who doesn't dream of the ultimate food bargain? Especially when you're young and running on spare change and/or credit card debt? I knew I was becoming a corrupt adult when my sole criterion for rating restaurants stopped being a simple ratio: quantity of food to price.
On top of that, I'm not sure exactly what Michael's criteria for "food" was at the time, either.
This is a mundane blog?? On the contrary, I think it is becoming an all-too-revealing blog...did you have to tell the dirty beard story, honey??
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