Who's That Girl?

     You sit in your car on your cell phone talking about plans for later in the night; JaRule is pounding behind you.  Then, you feel your stomach twist and hear a small internal roar which jumps you back to the current and you hear three children from the backseat chattering about chicken and pickles.  Through all the clamor you vaguely hear a voice, "Welcome to McDonald's, can I take your order please?"
I am that voice.