"That's a joke, right?" Philip asks.
"No. It's not a f*****g joke. I can't think of any better way to get food poisoning and ruin a perfectly bad day than to have a mega-burrito from Manabertos." I swear if Philip doesn't pull in, I'm jumping out.
He swings the car into the parking lot and I tell him to go around to the drive-thru.
"I heard a rumor that all the cats go missing in this neighborhood."
"I heard the same rumor about dogs," I deadpan back.
He pulls up to the window. "And you're still eating one of those things?"
"You plan on stopping me?"
He orders a mega-burrito and two large sodas. "Be sure to get lots of napkins," I tell him because the burritos leak out a gallon of runny fat and God knows what else.
Philip thrums his fingers on the steering wheel. "We're not eating
