Bang! Crash! OK, it’s right here!

The counter guy at the fast food restaurant asked me if I needed a drink carrier to better carry the three drinks I was picking up for my To-Go order.

“Sure,” he said and disappeared around the corner of the wall separating the kitchen from the back offices and store room.

Bang! Crash!

A series of very loud bangs, bongs, clatters and crashes filled the restaurant. It sounded like a cartoon where Bugs Bunny is searching through a closet for a disguise.

Now I know why he asked first and didn’t just hand me one in the first place. Their store room probably looked like an episode of Storage Wars when they lift of the garage door to a mountain of hoarded junk.

He came back around a few minutes later with blood on his apron, bruises on his face and flour dust on his whole body an in his hair.

“Here you go!”

“Ok, thanks!”