Burgers, Trains and Forgetting Names

Drenched in cold sweat and furiously hungry I found myself in a train station with someone I was supposed to know. I couldn't remember his name. He was short and his hair was died jet black and greased like my wok.

We were waiting and pacing and tracing out our next move. We heard the "Toot! Toot! Chugga. Chugga. Toot! Toot!". We sensed the rumble beneath our feet. We smelled the smoke of the engine and then another familiar scent followed: burgers and french fries!

A swarm of people started propelling themselves at the moving train. Some caught the ride, others broke their teeth. We were all so heart-breakingly famished. I frantically searched for the guy I was supposed to know and threw a name out hoping it was the right one.

My impatience came to a crescendo and I decided to leave him for the burger. I ran alongside the tracks until the timing was precise. I jumped on like I had done it before numerous times and without even catching my breath I grabbed a cheeseburger and bit down whilst cramming hot fries in there, too. Impatience and gluttony - I was doing it all.

As I tried to swallow my mind slowed down as the train picked up more and more speed. It whipped around bends, tugged itself up hills and rushed down them. It was a rollercoaster brimming with fast food. My gut felt like it was floating above my eyebrows and I tried to remember that guy's name and couldn't. I couldn't remember my name! What I could remember was how frightened, hungry and nauseous I was. I couldn't get off. I couldn't leave all that food!