In the Kitchen

My kitchen is rather narrow. Last night I was making a couple of burgers for my son and his friend who were hanging out in the basement. My brother walked in and we got a little bit in eachother's way as he made his way toward the sink. He was watching with interest at the efficiency and aplomb with with which I was working as I sliced up tomatoes, lettuce, flipped burgers , toasted english muffins, got the ketchup and then arranged everything on the two plates I had set up on the counter, making it all come together at the same time. "You're just a regular short order cook, there" he chuckled. In response I ran to the basement door and called out "BURGERS UP!!"

All I needed was a bell.