This is the conversation I had with myself this morning:
“Nikki, we’re not going to Chipotle after work today. We have food here. It’ll be cheaper and is a good idea.”
Cut to the walk to my car:
“I need to get gas and go to the post office today.” *looks up* “Mmmm, Chipotle.”
Do not underestimate the power of guacamole. I’m sure that is the reason why I love Chipotle so much. The burritos wouldn’t be so irresistible without it.
“No, Nikki, we’re not getting Chipotle today. We’re saving money.”
“But it makes me happy.”
“No. We’re out of a job all next month.”
“Okay, so we won’t have Chipotle at all next month. I really want a chicken burrito with black beans.”
“Yeah, me too, but we’re not getting one.”
Yet, I found myself continuing to walk to Chipotle.
“No! We only have enough cash to pay for parking.”
“Mmmm, Debit Card.”
“It’s only $7.70.”
“It’s actually only $7.63. Remember? The price went down.”
And this is how I lost an argument with myself. Because of seven cents and the irresistibility of guacamole.
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