For lunch I brought a roast beef, spinach, Swiss cheese and horseradish baguette, a can of Sprite, and a Fruit by the Foot. At the cafeteria, they were serving chicken tenders and other crap. Whenever they serve chicken tenders, no matter what they give you this stupid little bread roll that tastes awful. These bread rolls are often thrown out... it's such a waste, I don't know why they force us to get them. They may taste nasty to us spoiled people, but I bet starving children would be delighted to have one of them... well, that isn't the point of this post.
I'm not sure what started it this time, but my friends started 'fighting', which they usually do every lunch time. Emily and Sam were chucking plastic silverware at each other like hyperactive elementary children. They then grabbed the bread rolls off of peoples' plates, and began throwing those too. I took a bread roll and began stabbing holes in it with a pencil for no apparent reason. I chucked it in the middle of the table, and someone else picked it up and threw it. Then, Emily tossed another bread roll, and it hit my Sprite and made it fall of the table, splashing on the side of my pants and the bench in the process. It was a good thing that the soda spilled on the side of my leg, and not on my crotch, like that chocolate milk back in sixth grade when we were the "Olly Jolly Farm"... yeah, don't ask. We took as many napkins as we could find to clean up the spill, and of course the lunch lady just stood there and stared at the mess. It was pretty funny, actually. When we were done, Emily took one of the rolls and started tearing pieces out of it. She grabbed her chocolate milk and started pouring it over top of it. Emily does something like that every lunch period... she calls them her 'concoctions' and says that someday she's going to be a master chef. Sam always freaks out and runs out of the booth when she sees Emily's concoctions.
Just another day at my booth.