My stomach growls from the lack of food.

After starting my car, I hear my stomach growling. The sound is so loud that I could clearly hear it more than the idle purr of the Plymouth's engine. Then I feel the effect of its growling. I put the car into drive and drive to the stop's food places.

First, is Denny's. But I do not decide to go there based on the fact that I did not want to look at all the choices on the menu. Too time-consuming I say. Then I look to the unknown restaurant. Unfortunately, what looked like a large dimly lit building turned out the be a run-down, out-of-business chinese restaurant. Then I look to the last, Jack in the Box.

I drive into the parking lot and park near the door. Again, I turn some heads in and outside of the restaurant with the loud roar of the Barracuda. I turn the engine off and pull the key out of the ignition. I walk in and I find the place to be open but not busy. Only two or three people are in line. I walk toward the back of the line and I study the menu. Being a fast food joint, the line quickly moves and it is my turn at the register. I order a combo meal and a large drink and I pay with a twenty.

After getting my food and drink, I sit down at a table near a window looking out at my Barracuda. I dive into the fries first, hunking down a chunk of salt-covered fries to satisfy my yelling belly. Then I open the box to my burger and I feel nostalgic as I see my meal. Two grilled burger patties with cheese between them, couple strips of bacon, tomato, and lettuce sandwiched between a chibatta bun. I take a bite and I already feel satisfied. The toastiness and softness of the bread takes control of the side of my mouth and my tongue laps onto the juiciness of the burger patties and bacon. A couple gulps of my drink and I done. Messy and inappropiate, but done.

I throw away my trash and place the tray on top of it. I feel an urge to go to the bathroom. I go in and I find it to be an individual bathroom. I lock the door and do my business. As I wash my hands at the sink, I look into the mirror and smile. I feel and look beautiful and satisfied.

With the tank of my Barracuda full and my belly full of greasy but tasty food, I find myself tired from all that has happened today.