Sandwich and a Survey

Saturday. 9:27 a.m.
I'm actually up early to make it to a survey for my Heritage Spanish class. My head is pounding and I'm super dehydrated. Breakfast is a must. I snag a hoodie and head to a restaurant up the street before going to campus. Mmm...OJ and an egg sandwich sound like a good plan. I walk in and there are customers scattered about. There are families, groups of young people (who look to be nourishing after a long night), and quite a few elderly couples. There is a short line of people waiting to order and a long line of people waiting for their orders to come out. The crew behind the counter is in the weeds and getting slammed. A woman at the register, in her 50's takes the customer's orders. She looks more frazzled than anyone else. She barely mumbles out, "May I take your order?" as a woman in her 40's and five teenage boys, between 13 and 16, walk up to the counter. Mom places the order while two of the boys pay attention to what is her and the other two joke and screw around behind them. Behind the lady and teens is a woman in her 70's who is waiting patiently. A man in his 50's wearing a leather jacket, has  a full head of silver hair and and handle bar moustache, cuts in line. He looks like a curmudgeon of a greaser brat and has full blown DGAF on his face. I don't have time to regulate and I just want food, so I let Fonzie order and wait patiently. While waiting in line, a buddy from my improv group walks in and gets in line behind me. "Hey Lucy! Long time no see!" Al greets me cheerfully in his thick New England accent. We catch up a bit and talk about our next meeting and I notice the older dude in front of me has stopped ordering and the counter lady is stuck. She waits for the manager to come help her with the register. A hispanic woman in her mid 50's comes to her aid. She looks annoyed and I now understand that the counter lady is a new employee. They fix the problem and take care of the dude. Finally, I get my order in and step aside. Al orders after me. Fonzie is waiting for his order and when it comes out he explains his order is wrong and that it was to go. The manger takes the tray back and apologizes. She tells him she'll fix it and walks away huffing and puffing. Déjà vu.
After a long while my order comes out. I eat my sandwich and not much has happened after. I head to campus for the survey.
10:06.
 As I drive in from Jordan, campus looks like a ghost town. Corbett looks dead except for 2 female students who exit the building. I park my car and head toward Breland. When I walk in there is a table with marketing, fliers and sign in sheets spread about. There are three people in their 50's sitting at the table, greeting people as they walk in.
"I'm here for the survey. Can you tell me where it's being held?"
They look at me comfused and explain they don't know about any survey. I say thanks and look around for a sign or some sort of guidance. As I walk past one classroom with a Japanese flag on the door, I can see it's filled with elementary school aged kids making Origami. I pass a college
aged male in the hallway. He greets me and I reply as I pass. I don't see any sign of a survey so I head upstairs to see if my professor is around.
10:15.
I locate my professor in her office. She tells me the room number and that it will start at 10:30 so I head downstairs.
10:20.
I find the room and wait in the hallway. A few of my classmates start to show up. A female student  who is from France arrives. She looks stressed and distraught. I ask if everyone back home is ok. She says her family is fine but one of her friends died in Paris. I give her my condolences and another student strikes up a conversation about the situation with ISIS. The French student gets lost in her phone.
10:30
The professor shows up right on time and opens the room. She shows us in and tells us to take o a seat at a computer with a white sheet on the keyboard. I find a free one at the back of the room. My friend Denisse from class takes the computer to my left. The professor instructs the room on how to begin taking the survey. She explains that once we are done, she will take our picture and we can leave. We begin
10:37.
Another student from class arrives and there are now two dozen students in the room. I begin the survey and more students begin to arrive.
11:06
One of my classmates finishes and leaves just as I finish writing a short essay for the survey. Several students are wearing headsets with microphones and are recording audio to their computer. I complete the computer session and have my photo taken. The survey is complete so I take off.