I work in a school that shares a cafeteria with a college. Our students start their lunch a little earlier than the college students, but all go through the same hot lunch line.
Many odd things happen. Sometimes the cafeteria manager plans a big celebration for a holiday. At Halloween, he put a corpse in the salad bar. Funny enough for 18-year-olds, not as much for a first grader. Sometimes he’ll pass out crazy toys, like pop guns or silly string, encourage the students to use them, then rain down criticism that they’re not being quiet enough. “This is a restaurant!” he bellows, “Butts in the chairs!”
The food line is weird too. There will be many selections out, but the students are usually only allowed to choose between fries and pasta, with perhaps an additional selection of scrambled eggs and pancake-wrapped sausage. Yesterday, on Ash Wednesday, a huge pan of batter-dipped cod sat in the window, but the student selection was pulled pork, corn, and pasta.
I continue to be amazed at everything the cafeteria has to offer.