Rah!

That’s clearing my throat.

Rah Rah!

That’s just getting started. Like a lawnmower when you pull the cord and the motor starts and stops, doesn’t catch. Like the car you try to start in the cold when you turn the key and then you have to turn it again.

Rah Rah Rah!

That’s better! That’s it! I’m started. I’m ready. Now I can get going and keep going.
I go out of the house looking for where I can find some Rah Rah Rah!

There must be a demonstration somewhere I could join. I could add my Rah Rah Rah! That would make them bigger and louder. I would be doing something.

I stop and listen. I think I hear a crowd in the distance. I walk over. It is a crowd. They’re demonstrating. I say Rah Rah Rah! Nobody turns around. They’re facing the other way. They have their own Rahs.

They’re in front of a supermarket. They’re yelling about eggs. They want eggs. There were a lot of chickens who died, probably from chicken pox, so there weren’t as many eggs.

Rah! They wanted eggs.

Things were getting ugly.

A truck drove up with eggs. The driver unloaded eggs into the store. Everybody went into the store to get the eggs.

Suddenly I was all by myself in the parking lot. My demonstration was gone. I looked around to see if there was another cause I could join. The parking lot was empty.
All I could do was say a single Rah!

I felt forlorn.

I walked back home.

I didn’t even Rah to myself because it made me sound desolate.

I went inside the house and sat down and turned on the television. I gave a half-hearted Rah.

There was stuff on the TV they pretended was news. There were some people getting together to Rah! or Rah Rah!

I was not convinced.

Maybe tomorrow, I thought. I can try again. I want to find some meaning in my life.