On Tuesday night after my long day on set I put my weary, happy self to bed. Right as my dreams were beginning to wisp over eyes, I was startled by a great deal of moaning in the kitchen.
Hungryman: Oh man, I’m starving. I need a hamburger. Ahh, I’m sooo hungry. [Opens and closes several cupboard doors.] I need a hamburger! What am I gonna eat? [Opens refrigerator]. Ah, sweet. Rach! Rach! There’s leftover Chipotle in here. Is it yours? Can I eat it?
Me: Ah, we had Chipotle for lunch. It’s not mine. There should be a name on it.
Hungryman: [runs into bedroom and flips on bedside lamp]
Me: Dude!
Hungryman: Whose is this?
Me: Read it. It’s says “Jeremy.” It was Jeremy’s.
Hungryman: He was the sound guy?
Me: Yeah.
Hungryman: Hmmm. [walks back to the kitchen] Ah man, I’m so hungry. [Opens the refrigerator] Rach! Rach! Nica left a whole taco! [Opens microwave] Ah Rach!! [Puts it in microwave] It’s loaded. [Starts microwave] It’s huge. [Takes it out of microwave and carries hot taco to bedroom] Should I eat it?
I think he answered his own question!
How exciting though, a movie crew in your house. It sounds so glamourous!
Definitely, Nate. I definitely think you should eat it.
WAIT!!! DON’T EAT IT!!! That taco is going to feed our family for the next week. Please, in the name of all things sacred… DON’T eat that taco!
Totally…food left IN your house (especially your fridge) becomes YOUR food!!! 🙂
So, Nate, if you are still debating, I totally think that you should eat it too! 🙂
Finder’s keepers, losers weepers.
That’s why my six-year-old keeps telling me.
Ok, I’m feeling pretty good about this now….I’m going for it.
Well, it does have a name on it….but really…if that said name won’t be returning anytime soon, you really shouldn’t let a good taco go to waste. And lettuce is never very good after it sits overnight.
I’d eat it!!
Hey Rach,
I think I left my Chipotle leftovers in your fridge. Do you mind if I swing by and pick it up?
Nica–Your welcome to look for the discarded tinfoil and a few stray stands of lettuce in the garbage. If your still hungry, I can offer you Jeremy’s burrito. It’s still in the fridge.
Bah. Consider it payment for the fact that we kicked him out of his own warm house so early on a Tuesday morning. One reheated burrito for an hour of sleep.