Beep! Beep! Beep!

I stood at the counter.

“You have to sign in first — like I showed you,” the manager yelled from the drive-thru window to the brand new employee handling my order.

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep-beep-beep. Beep.

“Slow down!” the manager yelled.

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. BeepBeepBeepBeepBeep.

“You’re doing it wrong!”

I was hungry and I thought, “Can you just show her so I can get my sandwich?”

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beeeeeeeeeep. Lots more beeps. I don’t think it takes that many beeps to launch a missle.

“You’re going too fast,” the manager said, coming over to help. Or so I thought.

She didn’t help. She said, “You are going to get fired right now!”

Beep. Beep. BeepBeepBeepBeeeeepBeepBeepBeep. Beep. BEEP!

My stomach made a call to my brain: “Hey, yo! Are we going to have a chicken sandwich today, my friend??!!”

Brain said, “I think so. We have a tech problem.”

More beeps. So many beeps. Thousands of beeps. I started rapping to the beeps in my head:

Let me tell you a story about the time
I wrote a rap, yes a beeping rhyme
My stomach yelled, “This is a crime”
I just want a sandwich and a soda lime

Eventually she figured it out. “What can I get you?”

“Great, can I have a chicken sandwich and a Sprite?

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. BeepBeepBeep. Dozens more beeps. Here we go again.