Burrito

April 19, 2006

We’d been driving for hours, singing country songs along with the radio and pretending to be cowgirls.
“God, I’m starving. Lets stop and get some food.”
“Let me guess, you want another Burrito..” she laughed.
“Come on, I have the best excuse, and you know you love greasy burritos.”
She smiled at me indulgently and minutes later we pulled up to a Drive Thru, windows down, music blaring, both of us singing “Heads Carolina, Tails California” completely out of tune. The cashier looked at us bewildered – but it was tradition, we couldn’t stop singing and order until the song had ended – you can’t just cut a song like that off halfway through.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: