"That's a joke, right?" Philip asks.

"No. It's not a fucking joke. I can't think of any better way to get food poisoning and ruin a perfectly bad day than to have a mega-burrito from Manabertos." I swear if Philip doesn't pull in, I'm jumping out.

He swings the car into the parking lot and I tell him to go around to the drive-thru.

"I heard a rumor that all the cats go missing in this neighborhood."

"I heard the same rumor about dogs," I deadpan ...