I’m most grateful for a friend of mine I’ll call Anna.  She and I are very similar in taste, and found out that we wear the same size in clothes, despite having very different builds.  Anyway, I was visiting her one evening and she asked if I was hungry.  Being past six o’clock in the evening I was almost famished.  So we got in her lovely blue car and went driving through the mists and rain to a Mexican drive-thru.  She ordered a dinner for her son, and told me to get whatever I liked.  This was especially important as I was just flat broke that week.  I decided to go with a chicken burrito.  We drove back through the rain and mists to her home and ate on her couch.  While my burrito was excellent, and I literally gobbled it down, her son found a toothpick stashed in his dinner.   Nothing fancy, but the atmospheric weather and oddity of the toothpick will always stand out.