"Black or pinto beans?"
"I'm going to do both of those too."
She has heard this before too. Then it gets kind of weird.
"All the meats," I say, sounding like a less-masculine, Semitic Ron Swanson.
"A full serving of all of them?" she asks.
She barely blinks, and when that happens, I feel like a million people must've done this before me. I feel unoriginal and not all that interesting.
"Do people do this all the time?" I ask.
"Not at all," she replies, and then pauses. "I might have to double wrap this."
Umm, probably, I think. What do I know? It's not like I've ever rolled a Chipotle burrito before. OH WAIT I HAVE.