Dad: "I'm kinda hungry."
Me: "wanna go to Chipotle?"
Dad: "uh, sure. Is it good?"
Me: "what the hell? You've never been to Chipotle? Jesus, Dad...really?"
He chose a chicken fajita bowl. He has guac on his shirt and a smile on his face. I feel as though I've done God's work today.
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