It was a typical Tuesday afternoon when Chipotle first opened on campus, like a mirage in the desert — or, more accurately, a glistening beacon of guacamole in a wasteland of sad cafeteria salads and overpriced Starbucks sandwiches.
“No worries,” I thought, glancing down at my closed-toed footwear. Feeling confident, I strutted forward, without worrying about the puddle in front of me.