The Sonic Screamer

Once again
It was a hot day in Texas
And all though I should be used to it by now
I wasn't
Although now the days were beginning to average a 100 degrees
(Proving Al Gore's point that we were polluting the earth
and causing global warming)
So I had a little excuse not to be used to the heat

It was Hot
And I wanted to be not be hot
And the only way I could see to escape it
Was to go to Sonic
I mean that was the reason they had Happy Hour between the hours of 2 and 4
The hottest times of the day

The fact was it had become more of a ritual of recent days
Normally I'd just go there on occasion
But I guess I was becoming addicted
I mean how couldn't I

The Cherry Lime slushes
The Iced Mocha Coffee
The Route 44 Sweet Tea filled with ice
The Strawberry Limades...
Sorry just the thought excites me now
And makes me want more more more
And now its causing me to wheeze
And drool

There is only one thing that keeps me from going
At this very moment
The reason I'm writing this poem
Instead of being there
The Sonic Screamer

I believe that we all experience someone like her
One of those obviously old people
Trying to live a life that's way past them
And always acts cranky and evil towards the modern world
For no apparent reason except for the fact that they want attention
Or perhaps it is their single goal in life
To make other people miserable
In any case that was her

The 63 year old
White haired
Red eyed
Black hearted
Wrinkle lavished
Evil incarnate
Also known as Betty (Bertha) Myer

It was last week when me and my friend Brandon met the evil itself
We as usual were acting goofy when her voice came over the microphone
"Hello welcome to Senic" it sounded like someone was holding her nose
And it was really hard for her to breath
"Hi we would like" I said kindly and sweetly
"How old are you two?" she said shrewdly
"Um excuse me?" I asked thinking it was slightly weird to be questioned
When I haven't even given the older
"How old are you?" she said shrewdly again
"Um 18 and 17" I replied not really caring to much
I mean I wanted my drink
"Oh..." she said mockingly "I'll need some ID"
"Why" Brandon asked through the microphone
"Excuse me young man don't be talking smart"
We looked at each other
"Okay miss but can we order first?" I asked
"No!" she screamed "Cus then if you'se be lying like I suspect"
"We're not lying." I said defiantly
"Well la ti da missy you ain't getting your drink" and with that the intercom went off

Brandon rolled his eyes and said "Let's just go Chrissy. We can take our buisness elsewhere"
Elsewhere
NO NO NO
He didn't understand
I needed my Sonic drink
Not want!
Need!
Like Emo kids need their knives
Or like kindergarten teachers need those nap times
It's a necessary part of our lives

I pressed the intercom button
"Look little girl I'm not going to serve you"
"Well then we're not leaving until we get served!" I stated
"I don't appreciate that tone"
"You obviously don't appreciate you customers either"
At this the intercom went out and we saw her
Her fat body wadling towards us
Her white hair flailing in the wind
Her red eyes penetrating poor Brandons soul

"You little hooligans! Get out of here" she screamed waving her now visible cane at us.
"NO!" I screamed back
"Why you..." and this is how it went for the next 20 minutes
And then the police were called
And I was told to leave my drinks behind
And to make matters worse I was now banned from Sonic

Within the past week 33 of my friends have had the same thing happen
(well not banned but you know)
And yet they still don't realize who's fault it is
Obviously the company cares more about their overaged employes
Then their paying customers
Or maybe just more then me