I try to control it but there are times when you just have to pay attention to other people’s business. I did not want to but I really had no choice.
Every once in a while I’ll buy a burrito from Chipotle. I was standing in line and the person ordering before me put in her order for three burritos.
Like a drill sergeant she commanded what she wanted. Sarg wanted everything. She wanted extra of everything. Except for what she did not want.
I could see trouble coming.
When it came time to fold the burrito the laws of mass and space kicked in. The tortilla ripped a gash. Food started oozing like a scene from The Blob.
The server tried to move the heaping mass to another tortilla. Sarg became irate:
“That looks like garbage. Something you would feed a pig. I’m not a pig. Start over!”I'm looking at Sarg.
The food was thrown away. The server started again. Sarg told the server what she wanted extra again except for what she did not want.
I don’t know how it was possible but this time the burrito was constructed. Then the whole thing had to be done for the other two burritos she ordered.
I was hungry. Yet a sense of culinary moderation flowed from within. I modified my order:
- Carne Asada
- No Beans
A few days later I watch the documentary Fat, Sick, and Nearly Dead about this guy’s having a fruit and vegetable juicing fast as he interviews people across the country.
I don’t make it half way though the movie without swearing I’m gonna get a juicer.
I’ve checked out the high toned ones. They are very expensive. It will be awhile. In the meantime, I’m drinking water instead of soda and eating more veggies. Truth is, I am surrounded by temptation. And boredom. And other stuff too. I’m stripping it away step by step.
My body agrees with making some kind of change. Sarg is still on my mind. I can’t seem to let that movie go until I do something. This is the back side of being nosy.
So, yeah. There are times when being silently, acutely observant of other people’s behavior is kinda sorta ok.
But not really.