Lost without Chipotle

He’d been stuck on the island for 22 days, having to parachute out of his plane when the engines failed. So far he’d survived by eating coconuts, unable to find the means to catch a fish. Once he’d caught a crab but couldn’t build a fire to cook it. The days were hot and to pass them time he wrote the letters H-E-L-P in the sand so that a passing plane would see his message and save him but no rescue attempts had been made. He was beginning to lose hope that he’d ever see his beloved girlfriend and his family again. He was Barbacoa why weren’t more people looking for him? He was an important ingredient in so many things, wouldn’t someone notice his absence?

Some days he would hallucinate, seeing a hotel in the distance but when he tried to focus it would disappear. He was weak with thirst, ocean water only made him sick and he would do ANYTHING for some fresh water. He wished he at least had a volleyball to talk to like Tom Hanks had in Castaway but all he managed to do was carve a face into one of his coconut shells. When he stared for hours at that face with its lopsided grin and unwavering gaze it sometimes reminded him of his old friend/nemesis El B. What he wouldn’t give for a Chipotle burrito right about now.

All of a sudden the sun gleamed off of something floating offshore. Barbacoa stared at it, believing it to be another hallucination but then it slowly got closer and eventually washed onto the beach. He stood up slowly, wobbling a bit from malnutrition and began walking toward the object. As he drew closer he could've sworn he saw the silvery wrapping of a Chipotle Burrito. Shaking this ludicrous idea from this mind he continued toward the object that was now shining like it was lit from within.

When he finally reached the object he stood staring at it for at least 5 minutes, not believing his eyes. What were the chances??? He slowly bent down and picked up the bottle, his eye huge in wonder. Then he walked over to the nearest rock and slammed the bottle down, shattering it completely. He picked up what was left and held the object to his nose and took a long deep breath, inhaling the one smell he thought he’d never smell again. The sweet smells of cilantro-lime rice, pinto beans and marinated meat made his stomach growl and he smiled slowly. It was a Chipotle burrito and it was his.
He stared out towards the ocean and knew that help would be on the way…