Sadder sight....

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was there ever 
a sadder sight? 

me 
eating alone in my car 
in the Chipotle parking 
lot, middle of a winter 
rainstorm, 
trying and mostly failing to 
eat an overstuffed burrito without 
                             spilling 
                                     it 
                                   all 
                                 over 
                             my very professional 
                                light blue 
                  polo and khakis.

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