If you're my friend on FB you will have already read about today's frustration so I apologize for the repeat, buttttt, nothing drives me crazier than a person in Chipotle who doesn't know how to order.
Let me start by saying that, if it's your first time at Chipotle you have to make moves quickly.
The people behind the counter do not care for your dilly dallying.
They have a line out the door and don't have enough time to tell you the name of the cow the cheese came from, age, and current relationship status.
They will literally give you hot sauce instead of pico based on your inability to GO! GO! GO!
The line is like that bus in "Speed..." they can't make a burrito bowl under 50 seconds or the place explodes...with anger.
One time I heard a woman ask, "what kind of chicken is this?"
Tonight as I stood in line with my bff Sara, I was already super irritated because a guy let THREE friends cut in front of him.
Not cool bro.
Then, a woman said, "Well what kind of chips do they have here."
WHAT KIND OF CHIPS, LADY?
KEEP IT MOVIN'.
I understand going to a new place is stressful, and maybe it's the new found Philly attitude I have acquired, but do your research, read the menu, and don't act surprised when they tell you adding guac is extra.
Don't be that guy.