Comedor

I’ve never been in the military and don’t plan on it.  But the Comedor is as close to a military cafeteria as I think I’ve ever been.  Lines upon lines, stuffing food everywhere, large quantities of slop, which they call food, and loud roars whenever someone drops their silverware.  Oh what a beautiful thing when people collectively humiliate a new person.

But on a lighter note, there are two lunch ladies that gawk at me every time I walk past them in line.  At least I have that going for me – YES, I’m attractive enough for the lunch lady.