How many remember fifth grade? More importantly; how many remember the lunch room? Most don’t understand the politics, social exchange and class warfare that transpired there. So…for just a bit, experience the “lunch-room” through the eyes of the Tin Cup Clan. This is just a small excerpt from Chapter Eight, I hope you can get a little “feel” for the boys and maybe even catch a faint hint of frying sausage and burnt toast.
Excerpt from Chapter 8 “Was She Flirtin’ and Best Laid Plans”
Whatever conversations or business transactions that were taking place were put on hold for the time being. A far more important matter was at hand. Breakfast.
The opening of the lunch-room door was held with nearly as much high spirited anticipation as, well… Christmas morning. This morning the planets were obviously in perfect alignment and Madam Karma was apparently in an extraordinary mood.
Because when we opened that door… the air hung heavy with the wonderful soothing aroma of sausage, eggs, and toast. It had to be a sign straight from the all-mighty himself. Maybe, just maybe, things were finally going my way.
We stood just inside the doorway, frozen in our tracks. Each of us staring at the other three. I didn’t want to take any chances, blurting out “that’s it no trades” as quickly as possible.
Big David’s eyes narrowed into thin slits. He turned his head looking down at Stick with a look that could kill.
That’s fine by me friend. How about you Stick?
Stick looked up, swallowing the lump growing in his throat. What are you lookin’ at me for? I ain’t done nothin.’
Big Dave never broke his stare, “Just am friend that’s all, just am.”
Before us lay a veritable smorgasbord, the sight of steaming pans full of scrambled eggs, stacks of sausage, and hot biscuits made our mouths water. The four of us gazed at the food like kids in a candy store window as hair-netted lunch ladies filled our trays.
Sure does look good, don’t it friend?
Chucky looked up at David, you do realize, those are just powdered eggs don’t ya? They ain’t real, they just add water to ‘em and fry ‘em up, that’s all.
Well, they’s’ allot of stuff that’s good when you add water to it, argued big Dave. You ain’t forgot ‘bout Tang, have ye? And don’t fergit ‘bout Ovaltine.
Mark and his cronies were ahead of us in line. We watched in disgust as he and his buddies flirted with the lunch ladies. Grinning under their hairnets as they piled the boy’s trays high with double portions. Our blood boiled as we watched them buy extra milks and juice when they reached Mrs. Tuttle. I thought about it for a second.
Ya-know… I’m gonna do that one of these days.
Do what? Asked Stick.
I’m gonna git it all, milks, orange juice, extra food, all of it. For the four of us, just like the jocks.
Oh… that… sure said Stick, I cain’t wait. He looked over at Chucky while rolling his eyes.
Hey! I snapped; I saw that.
Chucky snickered. What-cha gonna do, start boot-leggin’ at school or somethin’? Some rich uncle about to get out of the poorhouse.
I just might do that… yep, never can tell, I just might.
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