Leaving the Dungeon [11.3.08]

After the grease fire in the college center, the race of 'muters was officially stumped. Our lifestyle is simple, but pre-programmed. Every day, our lunch is spent seeing what specials are being offered at the good ol' Underground. We underestimated the role the UG spent in our daily lives, and once it was taken away, it was almost impossible to function. I entered the commuter lounge five minutes before the start of common hour, and no one knew what to do. People were not gathered in small heaps to venture down to the UG; instead they were scattered around the room, silently pleading for some purpose in life. I yearned to provide answer for them, so I quietly uttered what I considered a possible solution: "Anybody want to go to Arby's?" Simultaneously, everyone seemed revived. Some shrugged as if there was no other option, while others figured out driving arrangements. A half-hour later, we returned to the lounge with food in hand and ate together at the table like a real family.