Pots and Pans [OPEN]
Jul 14, 2010 20:49:13 GMT -5
Post by Audrey Reyn on Jul 14, 2010 20:49:13 GMT -5
It was amazingly quiet in the cafeteria. There were only a few students left from lunch, but most had already left for classes or for extracurricular activities. But the ones that remained had books out, and plates, both empty and stocked full, on the tables. Audrey didn't stop at a table, nor did she stop at the buffet line. She pushed passed the swinging kitchen door and greeted the cafeteria lady who was spraying the plates clean.
"Hey there, Audrey Louise. You're just in time. Wash these plates and stack them for me, wouldja?" The cafeteria lady was a friend, in the loosest use of the word. They had come to an agreement of sorts, a compromise. Audrey would come by and help her out after dinner -- and lunch, if she had the time -- and then she'd have the use of the kitchen.
As Audrey took hold of the hose and grabbed a plate, the cafeteria lady began to pile the food into buckets. The first time Audrey saw her do it and stared with her mouth open in silent fear for the other students' lives, the cafeteria lady had just chuckled. "Not for them, for the animals," she explained. Audrey didn't question her too much about it, but by the way the food looked, she wouldn't doubt that the food was used more than once.
By the time Audrey finished the few dishes that were there, the cafeteria lady was hanging her apron up on the hook on a wall. "Do ya mind packing up the food on the buffet for me? Its fresh, really, but its getting too late for even the late lunch crowd."
"Sure," Audrey said as she slipped on a pair of plastic gloves and headed out with the cafeteria lady. But instead of leaving with her, Audrey Lou made a b-line for the buffet and began piling plates on her arms to take back into the kitchen. The sound of footsteps behind her made her pause, and she turned around to greet whoever it was.
"Hey there, Audrey Louise. You're just in time. Wash these plates and stack them for me, wouldja?" The cafeteria lady was a friend, in the loosest use of the word. They had come to an agreement of sorts, a compromise. Audrey would come by and help her out after dinner -- and lunch, if she had the time -- and then she'd have the use of the kitchen.
As Audrey took hold of the hose and grabbed a plate, the cafeteria lady began to pile the food into buckets. The first time Audrey saw her do it and stared with her mouth open in silent fear for the other students' lives, the cafeteria lady had just chuckled. "Not for them, for the animals," she explained. Audrey didn't question her too much about it, but by the way the food looked, she wouldn't doubt that the food was used more than once.
By the time Audrey finished the few dishes that were there, the cafeteria lady was hanging her apron up on the hook on a wall. "Do ya mind packing up the food on the buffet for me? Its fresh, really, but its getting too late for even the late lunch crowd."
"Sure," Audrey said as she slipped on a pair of plastic gloves and headed out with the cafeteria lady. But instead of leaving with her, Audrey Lou made a b-line for the buffet and began piling plates on her arms to take back into the kitchen. The sound of footsteps behind her made her pause, and she turned around to greet whoever it was.
