It was the second lap we went around the market. My stomach was growling but my indecisive friend couldn’t decide which food-stand to visit. “Ooh, that one looks good.” I said quickly, pointing at the table full of food while two ladies wrangled the crowd from behind the counter.
“Yeah, but look at the line.” My friend groaned.
At that moment, my stomach roared, so loud that I’d bet my friend heard it. Feed me NOW! It barked. “You know what? I’ll get in line. You can come if you want or you can walk another lap around this market.”