My friend J and I went out to lunch today. She had the burrito bol and I had the vegetarian burrito. Can you guess where we went? Chipotle.
While we were walking out the door, she told me about someone she works with who pronounces Chipotle wrong and he insists that his pronunciation is correct. He corrects J. Obviously, he is out of his mind. Check out the spelling, dude, the word ends in le not te. Idiots, got to love them.
She also told me about someone else she works with who has not had sex with her husband since August. Let me say that again, since August. I was actually stunned into a moment of silence. Then I counted on my fingers how many months that is and let me tell you that’s a long time.
J is friends with someone who jokes that she has sex with her husband once a quarter whether she wants to or not. I said maybe this friend should start taking Wellbutrin because I just read in the NY Times about a woman, new to Wellbutrin, who had a two-hour orgasm while shopping. My friend J said she took that while trying to quit smoking and it only made her face develop a horrible tic right in the middle of dinner with her husband and her husband’s work associate. She quit taking it and gave up cigarettes anyway.
I have no idea what any of this has to do with anything else but Since August! and Once a Quarter! Yikes.