Gilbert had given it a lot of thought and didn’t see a flaw in his plan. He told his friends what he was going to do: some of them thought it was cool (if a little weird), others decided to shun him (while watching out of the corners of their eyes).
When his turn in the lunch line came, he approached the burrito bar server. “I don’t want a plate. I want a burrito that fills the tray. Please.”
The server’s eyebrows shot up but he eyed the tray, then started to work. It took eight tortillas, but was delicious.
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