hillgirl
"Would you like fries with that?" The voice sounded mechanical, yet slightly endearing. I answered no, and pulled forward anxious to put face to voice. After seeing it I am now fully aware of what happens when you say "yes" to the fries.
When I was in the 5th grade, my red-headed, bitch of an English teacher, made us write 5 page fictional stories. My amigo Jake wrote his about our neighborhood, and entitled it "Chaos on My Street." What the story lacked in substance, it made up for in tense changes, and I always thought "chaos" was pronounced "cha-hos." Still do to this day.