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Wednesday, January 4, 2006

Another Suitcase in Another Hall

It is with great sadness that I today announce the end of an era of splendor and happiness. For the next seven days I will wear nothing but black clothes and will cover my mirrors in black shrouds of fine linen, for I am in mourning.

Without warning or premonition, the halcyon days of free Chipotle burritos have come to a close. Today, for the first time since the flowers were just starting to bloom in early spring, I have handed over my debit card and paid for my chicken fajita bowl.

My tears mingle with my cilantro, my plastic fork feels leaden. My burrito daddy has found a new son and I am the mistress who has been cast aside. I feel like a young Eva Duarte.

So what happens now?
Another suitcase in another hall

His smile today left no clue as to his true emotions, gave no warning that our love affair had ended somewhere on the boundary of 2005 and 2006.

So what happens now?
Take your picture off another wall

When I stepped in front of him, we exchanged greetings as we have for the past nine months. It was then that he broke our sacred tradition. Rather than waving me onto the soda machines with my food safely in hand, he sent me to the next cashier, a 5’1 pregnant woman who took my Visa card without apology. $7.54.

Where am I going to?
You’ll get by, you always have before

In a daze, I carried my food to the office and collapsed on the cold kitchen table, my alarmed co-workers gathering around to support me in my hour of need.

I know that somehow I’ll get through this, placing one foot in front of another until the color comes back to my life again. But this sadness will never completely subside from my heart, for my burrito daddy is irreplaceable, one-of-a-kind, and now he has dumped me like a two-dollar whore.

Where am I going to?
Don’t ask any more

Posted by Aaron on January 4, 2006 1:36 PM