Friday, June 22, 2007
Legal Resource Centre, fourth floor. University of Melbourne Law building.
It was as quiet as can be, and should be. I was plugged into my earphones (to say it was the other way round would be, alas, highly inaccurate), watching Annie Hall on my laptop, with Asher sitting on my left studying his geology notes and his friend K____ diagonally to my right.
Rustling of a plastic bag.
Crackling sounds of a plastic tupperware container opening.
A meaty stink filling our immediate airspace.
"Oh yuck K_____, that is fucking disgusting." Asher goes, as K_____ lifts up a forkful of cold steak and takes a huge bite out of it with obvious relish, even though frozen fat and gristle dangle off the fork, and each bite releases a new burst of gravy stench.
"Mmm," goes K_____, picking up a cold sausage (solidified yellow fat clinging to it in places) next. "Real food."
Asher shakes his head, I give K______ a bemused expression, and he continues to dig in.
Later on he gives an almighty belch, Asher continues making disgusted sounds, and K_____ turns to me all wide-eyed and innocent. "I swear I didn't burp, that was just the sausage releasing itself."
To be fair, he is not at all, (not at all!) a fat, slobby person. Au Contraire, he is incredibly fit and good looking. So yeah, just throwing it out there. And very generous as well, handing out lollies and butter menthol drops (which he decimates with his teeth into noisy splinters) and cans of red bull.
Now why did I blog about this, I wonder. Oh yes, because I thought it vaguely amusing.
It was as quiet as can be, and should be. I was plugged into my earphones (to say it was the other way round would be, alas, highly inaccurate), watching Annie Hall on my laptop, with Asher sitting on my left studying his geology notes and his friend K____ diagonally to my right.
Rustling of a plastic bag.
Crackling sounds of a plastic tupperware container opening.
A meaty stink filling our immediate airspace.
"Oh yuck K_____, that is fucking disgusting." Asher goes, as K_____ lifts up a forkful of cold steak and takes a huge bite out of it with obvious relish, even though frozen fat and gristle dangle off the fork, and each bite releases a new burst of gravy stench.
"Mmm," goes K_____, picking up a cold sausage (solidified yellow fat clinging to it in places) next. "Real food."
Asher shakes his head, I give K______ a bemused expression, and he continues to dig in.
Later on he gives an almighty belch, Asher continues making disgusted sounds, and K_____ turns to me all wide-eyed and innocent. "I swear I didn't burp, that was just the sausage releasing itself."
To be fair, he is not at all, (not at all!) a fat, slobby person. Au Contraire, he is incredibly fit and good looking. So yeah, just throwing it out there. And very generous as well, handing out lollies and butter menthol drops (which he decimates with his teeth into noisy splinters) and cans of red bull.
Now why did I blog about this, I wonder. Oh yes, because I thought it vaguely amusing.
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