This was a challenge, it smelled too good, and that was very distracting.
The people standing in line shuffled their feet a lot, making scratching noises on the floor. I could hear the crackling sound of subs being wrapped up in the paper, then the soft swish of napkins being slid into the plastic bags, then the louder swish and thunk of the sub being stuffed into the plastic bags. The soda machine rattled to life every now and then. The soda fountain knobs being clicked then the sloshing soda pouring out. The thud thud, rumble rumble, pink pink of ice falling into a paper cup. The sheathing of a sword was the sound of the bread trays being pulled out of the warmers/ovens. There was the clunking of doors/machines/who-knows being opened and shut all over the place.
People eat so loud. Gross.
Crunch crunch, gulping, slurping, muted voices through a mouth full of food, the intake a breath before the ripping sound of a huge bite. The scraping of a napkin across a face sounds like a whoosh.
"Do you want spinach on your sub?"
"No."
Those two lines times 3518299
I could hear the cars driving by on College Rd., the cars passing in the parking lot outside.
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