"The Conspiring Lunch Ladies"

If you've ever gone to school, which I'm assuming you did, then you've probably eaten a lunch before. Some people bring their own, while most people buy what the school provides. Either way, the people who cook and serve the food is usually the lunch ladies.

Lunch Ladies are quite a frivelous group of people. They only work six hour shifts, and are mainly grouchy and overslung. While I'm not prejudiced against them, it seems like it's vice versa against me. For my entire life, I have never mistreated the people who serve me nice, warm food. In fact, I'm probably one of the people you would least expect to make fun of the food. I never sit there and ask if it's real fish, or if the cookies are actually Oreos. Instead, the lunch ladies get pissed off at anyone who buys lunch because most people insult them. So, what do they do? They take their anger out on me.

How do I put this? You see, I always said thanks when they slopped the food onto my tray, or said please for an extra side order. But it seems like they just don't like a particular trait about myself. For example, today, I got a soft taco wrap. It looked so good and everyone was getting these nice, big chicken wraps. So I'm standing in line, and then I grab a tray. I place it in the serving area, and then she gives me this dirty look. The gritty look is sort of like the bitter beer face except their eyebrows are tinted with anger. Anyway, she gave me the look, and then she pulled a broken tortilla wrap! That son of a bitch! Everyone in the cafeteria didn't have a broken tortilla wrap except for me. I think they purposely sabotaged the wrap, and they acted like they pulled it out from a random spot. I'm telling you, the lunch ladies are out to get you. I hope the same doesn't happen to you.

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