Life is like a fast food restaurant

Tonight I realized that life is like a fast food restaurant. Andrew was closing at Taco Bell and since it was so late, I figured that I'd be nice and pick him up so he didnt have to walk home. Plus I really wanted a pink lemonade. That's the cool thing about dating a guy who works at a fast food restaurant; get all the crew members and managers to like you, and you get free drinks and sometimes yummy cinnatwists. Anyway, I got there a bit early so I waited and Andrews manager was nice enough to let me sit in the back so I didnt have to sit in the lobby all by myself all awkward... anyway I felt really cool becuase I've always wondered about the "behind-the-scenes" aspect of the fast food business. I was sitting in the managers chair as he and Andrew cleaned up and put the extra food back in the freezer and such. As I was sitting there, biting my cuticles, I started thinking that life is like a fast food restaurant. During the day you interact with a whole slew of people and you get your work done and then when you fall asleep; or close your doors and shut off the lights-- the little crew memebers in your brain clean up the messes you made and so when you returned the next morning, everything is just how it was the morning before: clean, tidy, organized, and fresh. I'm going to bed, I just finished my pink lemonade