He gave you a fork?
I DIDN’T ORDER THE FUCKING COBB SALAD.
If anyone ever handed me a burrito with a fork, THEY WOULD BE WEARING A BRAND NEW BURRITO HAT FROM MY FALL COLLECTION TEN SECONDS LATER.
That’s like buying a car and having them hand you a fucking wrench with the keys. Like YEAH WE KNOW THIS SHIT’S GOING TO BE SPREAD ACROSS EIGHT LANES AS SOON AS YOU HIT THE GAS.
Jesus gave me two burrito forks. One at the end of each arm. And they double as fucking knuckle sandwiches that also don’t need to be eaten with a fork.
A fork. My god. I haven’t cried since I was six, but I’m fucking sobbing now.
People eat burritos with forks?
God is sorry he made us.
UPDATE: Oh you mean because there’s a fork in that picture. Yeah, that’s not mine. That would have at least warned me that shit was about to get real.