Rest In Peace

My Last LATFC

I didn't realize it at the time, but earlier this week I ate my Last Faculty Center Lunch. It consisted of a turkey sandwich with lettuce and cheese, a bag of baked Lays, and water with lemon.

Fittingly enough, it was unremarkable.

The Last Lemon Bar

Tomorrow our ritual dies. There will be no more Faculty Eatery. The
oak panelling will no longer absorb the odors and laughter.

With great trepidation, with great desire for a bit of joyful closure
I selected one last tin of lemon bars.

I finished my meal (not bad, if you've ever enjoyed salt cod) and
creaked open the plastic. A fork slid in ... and was repulsed. As if
it had hit rubber.

I dug deeper, I raised the cakey substance and bit in. A chemically
midness with an acrid finish.

Alas, the last lemon bar was unedible and left to be swept away with
the day's debris.

My time here is done. Burritos from Tate or fried pickles from the
Blind Pig call.