The Internet Never Ceases to Amaze Me
I got home from my basketball game last night around 10:45. I was hoping to grab some Chipotle on my way back to my apartment, but it closed at 10. Apparently Steve Ells has never heard of that whole “City That Never Sleeps” thing. Maybe if he spent less time saying sentences that start with “Back when I was starting Chipotle…” he’d be more in tune with the outside world. Seeing that Chipotle was closed, I went across the street to Gristedes. While wandering around looking for something edible, I tweeted:
(Don’t worry mom, I didn’t actually eat any of those disgusting things. I settled on brussels sprouts, green beans, and a protein shake.)
An hour later, I got an email:
First of all, :(. I don’t what’s more depressing, that this twitter account exists or that it followed me.
Second, how does the internet even do that?
