This may seem ridiculous, but every time I see a chipotle I remember all the times my friends, and I went there after school on a Friday. It became a tradition after some of us got our license that we would pack each car, and go right to chipotle after our final period. We did that for two years, and have even done it after we got out of school just for the fun of it. It’s just one of those little things that turn out to be special in the long run. The weird part about it is that I didn’t like chipotle until we made it a thing to always go there. I knew if I didn’t go I would be missing out on a good time. I don’t know how the workers felt about it because we would sit there for over an hour, and probably weren’t the most quiet group in the building. I tried finding a picture of the specific chipotle in our town, but I couldn’t find it.