what's for lunch today?
after the usual morning greetings at the shop (how are ya?, how's it going?, what's up?, what the fuck are you looking at?), the most important question of the day came at around 10a or so. we'd ask each other, 'what's for lunch today?'. this usually resulted in far-away looks while staring at the fuzzy dark ceiling or wall. rather, staring THROUGH the ceilings and the walls. after about five minutes of going down the list of lunch foods of the previous days (never wanted to eat the same food too frequently), we'd give up and get to work. the question, however, would come up about twenty more times before noon and increase in frequency until someone finally got sick of the pestering and made suggestions. then, of course, after a satisfying lunch, we'd pop the second most important question of the day: 'what's for lunch tomorrow?'.