sixWhen I worked in the college library, I used to have lunch in the main dining hall nearly every day. Sometimes I would sit with other members of the staff, but often I would eat alone.
I enjoyed those lunches the best.
I’d watch the students as they came and went, eating their meals and talking to each other. Some of the students I knew by name from time they’d spent in the library, but most I only knew by sight. I’d watch relationships formed, rivalries solidified, hearts broken—all over sandwiches, salads, pizza, cereal, and a variety of bland main dishes. I’d witness the entire arc of romances, from first meeting to intense passion to awkward distance after a breakup.
I never got tired of observing the students’ lives as they were played out while eating lunch.
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