Fries are done!

When I was in high school (many, many, many years ago), I worked at a major fast food chain. Hey, it was money in my pocket and all my friends worked there!

Anyway - in any of these places, they have timers for everything you cook because somewhere, someone came up with the perfect formula that if you take 1 8oz frozen hamburger patty and put it on a griddle that is whatever degrees, it will take approximately 4 minutes to cook. (this is rough...I don't remember the actual times)

You got used to which timers were for which foods, each one had a distinct sound to it. I was the fry girl for a while...so the fry timer was what my ear was tuned to. Once I heard that lovely beep, beep, beep...I would spring into action! ( I was a damn good fry girl if I do say so myself).

I had a dream about this last night...I heard that familiar beep, beep, beep and kept saying to myself..."the fries are done, the fries are done." but I couldn't turn off the timer.

It wasn't the timer...it was my alarm clock this morning telling me that my fries were done and it was time for me to get my ass out of bed!