The low hum of chatter and the clanking of plates and cups and bowls filled the air like white noise. In front of me, on the other side of Amy, a woman in athletic clothing ate with a student at a date table; chewing with her mouth open so that her French fry mush was visible. To the right of me, a sophomore attempted at flirting with the somewhat attractive guy across from her; giggling at whatever he said, shyly looking away but at the same time overly acting like she was intently paying attention to him. To my left, people hurried in and out of the dish return; attempting to avoid the smell. It was definitely a normal day in the caf. Or so we thought.
In the midst of all the usual, the unusual happened. From the dish return we heared, “OH FUCK!” and then a fit of male laughter. The entire caf went silent with the exception of a few nervous laughs. Everyone just stared, at him and at each other, trying to figure out how to respond. The big, tough guy who thought it would be funny to yell an explicative, basically created a cafeteria wide awkward moment.
