Rebecca Chau
Google
I placed a Chipotle Catering order for a corporate lunch event of a company in Camden, NJ, blissfully unaware that my taco dreams would be outsourced to DoorDash and that my food would embark on a cross-state adventure—because apparently, “closest by mileage” means “let’s send your lunch on a road trip.”
Our DoorDash driver arrived right on time, but with a plot twist worthy of a telenovela: all the cold items were missing. No guac. No salsa. No lettuce. It was a “build your own taco and bowl” order, but the only thing we could build was disappointment. Even the flour tortillas were MIA—maybe they were off living their best life in another state.
Twenty-five hungry professionals stared at the hot bowls, their eyes full of hope and their hearts full of lettuce-shaped holes. Our driver, channeling the spirit of “Dumb and Dumber,” announced it would take 30+ minutes to retrieve the forgotten items. At this point, the only thing colder than our missing toppings was the mood in the room.
But then, like a culinary superhero with no cape (just pure competence), the Chipotle manager called and personally delivered the missing cold items. The legend arrived, lettuce in hand, ready to restore order to our taco kingdom. Tortillas reunited. Bowls restored. Lettuce avenged. The crowd went wild—okay, maybe just a polite round of applause, but in our hearts, it was a standing ovation.
1000/5 stars to the Chipotle manager working the lunch shift on 9/11/25. 0/5 to the DoorDash driver. If I could rescind the tip, I’d do it faster than you can say “guac is extra.”