Dear girl that I stole a burrito from,
I would like to formally apologize for stealing your bacon burrito a few weeks ago from the Cage. It was 100% not intentional.
Picture this: I order a burrito, and the cashier hands me order number 27. I’m one of the first people in line that morning, so when a burrito comes out ten minutes later, I think, “That’s my burrito.” However, when I check the order number it says “two” with a smudge on the second number. so I have no idea if it’s a seven, so I let it sit there. Another 10 minutes go by, and I had an event to get to, so I decided to take it. Just as I was taking a bite, I heard a ringing through the air: “TWENTY SEVEN!” I froze, knowing what I had done. I just had to hope that the person I took the burrito from would simply just take mine. When I finally finished the burrito and was about to go on my way, I heard someone say, “guys I think someone stole my burrito” as they went up and grabbed my burrito.
So, in conclusion, yes, I did steal your burrito. I don’t want to make excuses, but your burrito was sitting there for 10 minutes with no home, so I adopted it. But in the end, did it really matter because we got the same order?
Sincerely,
Girl who didn’t mean to take your burrito
P.S. The memory of the crime still keeps me up at night.
