I walked through the doors into a busy restaurant called Chipotle, and squeezed through the crowd to the end of the line. My rumbling stomach could not stand the smell of the warm, delicious burritos being made right in front of my eyes. When I finally reached the front of the line, the Chipotle server nonchalantly asked me what I wanted on my burrito. I ordered a vegetarian burrito with brown rice and the fajita vegetables, without really thinking. I...