Dear Guy Who Just Made My Burrito:
Jack Dire

I’ve been in a pretty bad place for a few months, for various (unimportant) reasons. But this cri de coeur, this jeremiad, this roar of righteous indignation, put a smile on my face (which is probably the best place for smiles) and mirth on my lips. Thank you, and I’m sorry you had to suffer through this tortilla-enshrouded vale of tears to produce it.

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