as crowded as a high school cafeteria on a closed campus. All of the walls had this weird sound insulating stuff plastered to them that looked like fiberglass insulation that had been through a bad hair dryer accident, only in this dirty baby-blue color which looked like it had been collecting dust since the 1970's, at least. All of the trim and windowsills were painted Northern-California-public school-system-vomit-orange. The tile was Nothern-California-public-school-system yellowed composite linoleum, with scuff marks. Just the
sort of colors and textures one would almost think were used in interior design specifically to break the human spirit.
All of the people were in their mid twenties -- early
30s, mostly standing with trays of food, and unrecognizable.
I looked in all directions for some sort of an exit,
but there was none. Just this long, endless building full of people.
Somewhere, just out of sight and strangling-reach, a woman was yelling, "like, Oh My God, Like,
OH----MY----GOD!" over and over again in this
really air-headed sounding high pitched voice,
causing me to wonder if my aim with utensils
is as good as it used to be in my teens.
And the smell of overcooked meat and canned beans was making me feel very nauseated.
