Working the Hy-fun
I fell in love in the cafe-torium. Not with the kid with the crooked bangs across the table taunting me with the crust-free PB&J. With that word. Cafe-torium. Sometimes a cafeteria, other times an auditorium, but always a florescent-bathed space glowing with the promise of deliciousness. (Give me a break; I was eight. Tator Tots and an Up With People touring company were ultimate...