His hand was covered in it when the light turned green.
Holding onto the steering wheel with a hand full of chili cheese was not something
William would want to do again.
But there was something worse than caking the burrito ingredients on the steering
wheel.
His 1992 Le Mans smelled like Taco Bell for a month afterward.
After that, only burgers while driving. Regular burgers. Not the Whopper or Big
Mac. A Quarter Pounder with Cheese would be okay if William was especially hungry.
William might not have been the smartest person at school but he was capable of
learning lessons.
He got the light and the car in the next lane was a middle-aged man his dad’s age.
The man gave William a scowl.
“Asshole,” William muttered.
He grabbed the second cheeseburger, looked at the guy and pushed the whole thing
into his mouth.
The man shook his head in disgust.
The light turned green.
William tried chewing on the cheeseburger that was in his mouth while he
accelerated. The middle-aged man in the next lane sped up a bit.
William concentrated on chewing the burger when the man pulled right in front of
him. The man almost hit the front of his car.
The shock of almost getting into an accident made William take a deep breath. And
with that breath, a majority of the burger went down his throat.
William’s eyes widened.
He tried coughing.