In grade school I never went through the lunch line because I was a grade-A brat. (Until high school when that had a McDonalds-ish option that cost a million dollars a meal, and it was like a social status to eat that crap.)
At summer camp I worked behind the scenes in the dining hall and when I saw 30 gallons of grits on the stove I suddenly had no appetite for grits.
In college the dining hall only set out one tray of each food at a time but if you thought too hard about it you'd realize there were hundreds of pounds of fish filet in the warmer... Gross.
Today I was proven wrong once and for all. Wednesday night supper is the most delicious Wednesday night supper I have ever seen.
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