For those of you that don't believe in karma.. let me tell you a story:
well first a little background story: i work nights and sleep during the morning/early afternoon. i live with 3 roomates, whom i've known for about 15 years.
a week and a half ago..
i am roused from sleep by one of my roomates (Ben, who is actually the loudest person on the planet), he is talking to a friend and another roomate about where they want to go for lunch. i am barely awake at this point, it's like noon so i've only been asleep 4 hours. anyway i overhear the word "chipotle"... mmm.. chipotle.. i'm apparently very hungry. so as i hear them go into the basement i decide that getting up for 5 minutes to get them to pick me up a burrito is totally worth it (although i do like my sleep). so i meander down the stairs and hand ben $7 "i'll have a steak burrito no beans" "oh hi! ok then". i go back to bed and read for a bit.
20 minutes later ben and friend return (mmm burrito), i can hear them through the walls of my bedroom, they're talking to my other roomate. i walk out into the living room..
me- "where's my burrito?"
ben- "uh... yea.. don't have it"
m- :sigh: "uuu ok, where's my money?"
b- "yea... don't have that either"
m- ***?
apparently ben remembered to buy the burrito, but in a master stroke of genius left it on the counter as he left the establishment. they completely forgot about it until they pulled into the driveway, and ben refused to go back for it ("it's too dangerous!"). needless to say i was rather.. er.. disappointed. although it did lead to a good week or so of ribbing along the lines of:
"i'm going out, do you need anything?"
"yea could you pick me up a burrito and leave it on the counter?"
or
"what do you want to do for dinner?"
"well how bouts we call dominos and tell them to just leave the pizza on the counter and we'll come and not pick it up."
fast forward 11 days:
ben is just about to leave for school and grabs the mail..
"hey you've got something from chipotle!"
"what is it?"
i take a look and it's a brown sort of envelope with a sort of buisness card taped to the front addressed to me. i cut the tape and it folds out into a small brown paper bag (the kind that they use for take out orders).
"hah, maybe it's that burrito you left behind" i say jokingly. i look in the bag and find this:
it'll be the best burrito ever.
Karma mailed me a burrito 
) we had an item on the menu with the word Chipotle in it. I got the same pronunciation along with ch-POT-el. It was rather irritating.
