I just got a burrito from a popular fastfood restaurant that specializes in things taco. The burrito was advertised as being both cheesy and filled with a double portion of beef. I was intrigued, and I was lured in. The first bite wasn’t bad; in fact, it was pretty good. The second bite, however, presented the endless bounty of sadness that the burrito had to offer: a cascading flow of rice. Rice in a burrito says one thing to me, “We filled the majority of your burrito was tasteless, carbfodder. Enjoy.”
I’m sad now. I’m very sad, and that burrito and it’s rice innards are to blame. I may not recover from this.