The umbrage I take at Ms. Croner’s column “Chipotle and voting” [Oct. 2] is not presumptuous: I wholly admit to being the “Chipotle Guy.”

onight I happened upon my “reverse culture shock” manual. It’s my Xeroxed guide to reentering American life after a semester abroad in New Zealand. This little unstapled book is supposed to help me adjust to the isolation, disorientation, and bouts of rage (because, hey, Missouri is not New Zealand) that I’ll undoubtedly face now that I’m stateside.