Hilton Head Island High School Cafeteria

I woke up in the morning, put on my new plastic glove, and served some reheated Salisbury steak with a little slice of love. I have no idea what the chicken pot pie is made of, but everything is going just fine down here in Lunch Lady Land. I wear a net on my head because my red hair is falling out, and brown orthopedic shoes because of my gout. Everyone gets enough food here, so there's no need to shout for seconds on the corndogs. Yesterday's meatloaf becomes today's sloppy joes, and there's tuna-breath with black hairs coming out of my nose. In Lunch Lady Land, dreams come true with clouds of carrots and peas, mountains of shepherd's pie, and rivers of macaroni and cheese. Just remember to return your trays and ignore my gum disease, as no student can escape the magic of Lunch Lady Land.

The food was average. The customers were very irritating. We were only given 20 minutes for lunch.