Mitchell’s Chili Cheese Fries Saga
Let’s be real - some stories are about grand adventures, and some are about the beautiful, delicious rituals that define us. Mitchell’s story? It’s about a plate of chili cheese fries that became so much more than just food.
Every single day, like clockwork, Mitchell would catch the shuttle after the final bell rang. The school day might have been a blur of equations, literature, and teenage drama, but there was one constant he could always count on: his plate of chili cheese fries.
It wasn’t just about hunger. It was about belonging. About ritual. About that moment of pure, unapologetic joy when the crispy fries would arrive, drowning in a sea of melted cheese and hearty chili.
“Some people have meditation,” Mitchell would later say. “I have chili cheese fries.”
When most people’s high school rituals fade into nostalgia, Mitchell’s only grew stronger. Graduation came and went, but the shuttle ride and the chili cheese fries remained a non-negotiable part of his day.
Why? Because for Mitchell, these weren’t just fries. They were:
A moment of personal rebellion
A daily act of self-care
A connection to his younger self
A reminder that sometimes, the simplest pleasures are the most profound
“People ask me why,” Mitchell would laugh, cheese dripping from his fork. “But they’re missing the point. These fries? They’re my constant in a world of constant change.”
In a world that demands we always move faster, always achieve more, Mitchell found radical peace in this daily ritual. One plate. One moment. Pure, unapologetic joy.
Stay curious. Stay hungry. Stay true to your rituals.
- A tribute to Mitchell, and his legendary chili cheese fries