I’ve been really into the Caf lately.
I’m at the point in the semester when classes are hard, my morale is down, and I just want to sit somewhere and not think about schoolwork. The Caf facilitates this perfectly. I am a Caf guy.
The Caf is open all day this year, not just at traditional meal times, but the traffic flow is essentially the same. I’ve been eating lunch at 2:30 lately, and the Caf is nearly empty. The only sounds are the shuffling of student workers, the occasional clanging sound of the heating vents, and the beeping of the constantly-used waffle iron.
There are a cast of recurring characters, many of whom I have developed a strange relationship with. Since only a select few people eat lunch at 2:30, we all have begun to greet each other with a nod and a “what’s up?”, which I appreciate. I normally would have no reason to talk to these people, but we have one thing in common: we are Caf guys.
I have perfected my sandwich line order into a concise and efficient statement, and I know how each student worker makes their sandwiches. I know which soups I like and which ones I do not. I know the subtleties of the different coffee blends available, and I know exactly how much of each ingredient to put into my yogurt/granola/peanut butter mix. I am a true Caf connoisseur.
I may not be the most organized in my schoolwork, but I know my way around the Caf.
I am a Caf guy.