Lunch: the time of day during which you dump random unhealthy junk into your mouth hole with the excuse that you are planning on working out later.
Lunch is typically one of my favorite times of the day. I come back from my morning classes, drop off my backpack in my dorm, and head straight to the dining center. For me, lunch typically doesn’t involve much excitement. That is unless you count those semi-rare occasions in which I unknowingly eat a piece of food containing incredibly spicy foreign material, leaving me in a state of blindingly painful and sweaty panic. On those unfortunate days I usually end up leaving the dinning center looking like a mess. However, that happened last week, and I can’t handle one of those situations more than once a month, since I’m worried my body might just give up on me.
Instead I opted for slightly less ethnic food and chose some mashed potatoes, ham, and a biscuit. As I picked up my biscuit I noticed that it seemed unusually hard, but I figured it was bad manners to put it back. I then turned to find my typical eating spot and, not seeing the small man behind me, I nearly shoved my plate of food into his face.
I immediately did a fancy spin move to avoid that scenario. I must have thrown some extra fanciness into that particular spin move, and tried too hard to avoid that man’s face, because the next thing I knew my biscuit was sailing through the air.
I watched as it flew toward the table two feet away from me and landed in the nearest girl’s full glass of milk. I feel as though I should have been surprised, but in all honesty, the only thought running through my head was “…….Yep. I just checked again. It’s definitely in her milk.”
Not having much of an excuse and lacking the time necessary for a proper apology, I sauntered up to the girl’s table and simply said, “Sorry, my biscuit was a little dry. Thanks.” And with that, I plucked my biscuit from her glass and continued on my way.