Tales Of Lunch.

All the different voices and conversations I hear as soon as I walk in astonishes me. It shouldn't though I mean since it's lunch time and Taos is always busy especially at this time 1 p.m. My friend and I scatter around all the people as we lurk for what we want for lunch today. The lines are do long though. "Do I even really want to eat here today?" I ask as I wander for a line that isn't long sand for food that sounds appetizing right now. Ahh yes, the pasta line is completely free at the moment. It superises me because, that line is normally always packed. I hurry over to the line, get my food and sit and enjoy. The table next to me there are foreigners, the language they speak is beautiful. Everyone always seems to sit with the same crowd. A young lady almost runs into a mam with soda and a salad plate in his hands. That was s close one! A professor begins to sit at the tsablr across from me, he already has a full entire plate of soup, crackers, tea and pie for dessert. As I leave, the same lunch lady says farewell to us all.