Dolores was cross with herself; how had she gotten talked into going to a buffet again? The food was mediocre, lukewarm, too sweet or too salty, and who knew what had accidentally (or on purpose) been dropped in by the guy ahead of you . . .?
Normally, Jeannette avoided buffets like the plague–mediocre food, lukewarm, and who knows what somebody before you left in it–but everyone said this one was different, and with the line-up waiting to get in, maybe it was . . . . . David, Sf.G.
Jerome (tall, white) had told his friends (the “Spoonbill Posse”) he wasn’t going to go to a buffet again, and yet here they were. His complaints were several; mediocre food, It was always lukewarm, and who knew what the people ahead of you put in it for a joke when you weren’t looking . . . . David, Sf.G.
