the car wasn't moving

Soooo....

There I was, sitting in the car of my good bud Fred, when my stomach rumbles. It sounded like we went over a pothole.

At first I sighed in relief for we were IN a car; this way, Fred would simply think it WAS a pothole, saving me the embarrassment.

However, this relief was quickly subdued by my panic: the car wasn't moving.

How could he expect to think that that noise was a pothole when the car wasn't moving?

My stomach rumbled again.

He looked at me. I looked out the window.

The man on the moter-cycle beside me looked at me. Apparently he had heard me too.

oookkkk

I had to salvage the situation. I opened my mouth, quickly checked to make sure I wasn't going to suddenly burp, then said: "Heeyy Fred..you wanna go to McDonalds?"

He was still looking at me.

I looked past him , through the window at the drive-through window.

ohhh

Shaking his head in silent wonder at my stupidity, he turned and ordered.

Fred: Uhh..I'd like a sausage and egg McMuffin Meal...

Cashier: And what would you like to drink, sir?

Fred: Umm..orange juice.

Cashier: Alright, would you like anything el-

Fred: WAIITT!!! Change that drink! I need a apple juuice instead. You HAVE to change it.

Cashier: Sure, sir. Anything else?

Fred: Yes, I would like two more sausage and egg McMuffin meals...

Cashier: And to drink?

Fred: 2 orange juices.

Me: What?!!

I looked out my window.

The biker man was still there.

I waved.