When I'm feeling under the weather, comfort food can come in just about any form. Today a lowly frozen bean burrito sounded like just the thing. I popped one in the microwave, waited seventy-five seconds for the ding, and prepared to enjoy.
Something immediately seemed off. Thinking my impression just a mildly feverish imagining, I took my plate to the table. Then I cut into one steaming end and found this...
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| My Empty Life: the Story of One Sad Tortilla |
Fortunately the next burrito proved fine. Maybe I'll contact the company and see if they send me a consolation prize for this dud.
Has anything like this ever happened to you? Would you let the manufacturer know? Should I perhaps stop eating manufactured food? One has to wonder.
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