Frigegnma's Leg

    Acute frenetic convulsions struck Frigegnma's leg right as she pulled up to the drive-thru window to receive her food. The car lurched forward, then suddenly braked, then lurched forward again, and continued accelerating at various rates. Frigegnma did her best to control the vehicle; she kept it on the road, and generally steered in a safe direction. The highway would be best, she could accelerate without fear of hitting someone at a red light, so she steered toward the entrance ramp.

    Just as she began the ramp, her leg spasmed to the brake pedal, jolting the vehicle to a stop. Horns blared behind her.

    "I'm working on it!" Frigegnma yelled out the window. Her leg decided it liked the gas pedal again, and the car continued its way onto the highway. It continued for some time like that while the police gathered for their routine chase.

    Frigegnma had gotten to know most of the officer's quite well by now, and when they managed to secure the vehicle, control her leg, and cut the engine, they began a friendly conversation.

    "Which restaurant this time, Frigie?"

    "Oh, the usual -- Ow! -- Chicken a la Mode." Frigegnma replied as her leg forced its way into the steering wheel.

    The EMS arrived with injections to subdue her leg and nailed it on the first try. They too had plenty of practice with this particular moving target. When her leg finally agreed to cooperate, she bid farewell to the emergency crew, and returned to Chicken a la Mode for her meal. The emergency personnel wished her the best until next time, and the restaurant workers had her order waiting for when she arrived. God bless those patient staff!