so, i met my dad and wife at the chipotle. mom was running an errand. then i walked in and the lady behind the tortilla steamer wearing the red hat and black shirt was my mom.

craziness.

for my birthday she asked the manager if she could get behind the line and she did. then she asked me (in spanish) “que quieres para cenar” or something similar and we had some fun talking in spanish. her spanish is surprisingly good, but generally bad, so the line staff enjoyed hearing us joking (at least I think they did).

good times, good times.

this is a story that i really like. first, the outside of it is quite strange due to what it was originally used for, i imagine. second, it was the chipotle that i ate at in 2001 when i first moved back to denver. this location was on my way home from the denver tech center so late at night after work i would stop here, read my book on “mastering regular expressions” and relax from the day.

ahhhh…the good old days.