If what doesn't kill you, makes you stronger, then I should be freaking bullet proof.
It started Thursday night while watching Mystic River on HBO. Since they seem to show the same movies on a continuous loop, I figured I could swing by Chipotle and come back and watch what I missed. I mean it's soooo f'ing obvious that Tim Robbins killed that poor girl, jeez.
So, I got behind the the most annoying couple in Hyde Park (and that's saying something) and settled in for my burrito order. Those two were so demanding and weird, I wanted to throw a basketball at their heads before I got to the cheese section of the line. The normal girl in front of me even stated that she was "flustered" when she paid her tab. So it's not just me, ok?
Anyway. So I enjoyed half my burrito and put the other half away for lunch the next day. That was at about 8:30pm. Well, I might as well have eaten uranium. I woke up at 2, 3, and then finally at 4:30am, and, well, I'll spare you the details. It's not what you think though, my stomach was thrown into reverse.
Well, I had thrown up for the first time in years. I experienced that 5 minute period after barfing that you feel pretty good, and then started feeling like hell again. My stomach just kept burning. I had to call into work, and I'm still not completely over it yet. I even briefly thought about having the uneaten half of my burrito analyzed at some lab that does that kind of thing.
And whaaa? Robbins DIDN'T kill her??? I'm seeing 6 figures, Chipotle.
