Egg-o-Rita with cheese

From Del Taco

Every morning Greg Hadsinky, one of the managers of my work place, Tempo Records and Tapes, the only record store in town, would order one us to get his breakfast burrito. Then after he ate it, he would lay a stinky poop in the bathroom. I usually had to go clean the bathroom. It was all awful. He was gay like me—and very nice. He always wore tan cord pants and tan shirt.