first space station

I went down to the cafeteria for the sole purpose of indulging a craving for pizza, but when I got there I saw three shriveled up slices of cheese only, which had obviously been sitting there for 2 hours. No thanks. I meandered around a bit, checking out the specials, and eventually decided a small salad should be sufficienthellip; albeit NOT melty cheese and marinara sauce on smooshy dough. Whatever. I make my small salad, resisting the urge to fill up a whole thing of potato salad only (fuck you hormones). They have baby corn today. Baby Corn rocks so hard. This makes me happy. Right until I go to pay and the chick in front of me has a freshly made personal pizza with gooey delicious looking cheese and fresh steaming pepperoni. The Hell?? I didnrsquo;t even know those jerks MADE personal pizzarsquo;s I am standing inches from her and Irsquo;m pretty sure she felt the hatred coming out of my every pore. She shifted uncomfortably away from me while I secretly coveted her prize. Or, maybe not so secretly. She rings up @ 3.81 and I snigger inside that she would pay so much for a personal pizza (just like I would have, had I known it was an option) hellip; until my skimpy little side salad rings up @ 3.43. Wtf? Are baby corns THAT heavy? Probably those jerks raised the per oz price of the salad bar, but still. Somewhere that stupid whore is enjoying a hot scrumptious pizza, made special for her, probably with extra cheese and everythinghellip; for a whopping $0.40 more than my 3 bites of salad.

This is hardly fair.
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