Jocks in the Dining Hall

Sunday nights in the dining hall in which I work are very busy. There are rarely any tables available and when one does open up you are forced to run, push, and shove your way toward it, at which time you must slam down your keys, jacket, or any other portable object to symbolize your victory over the table and the dining hall itself.

Last night I was desperate in the table search and it came down to two tables, one covered in leftover food and one in between two tables sitting large burly football jocks. I do not ordinarily use the term "jock" as it implies that their IQ may be a bit lower than the average student but rest assured these "men" were jocks.

While eating my meal with a dear friend the three Neanderthals sitting at the table next to me began making eye contact with each other, nodded in silence and all stood up at the same time. It must have been a form of telepathy because they literally said nothing to each other throughout their entire meal together. I know because my dining partner and I were amazed and frightened by their blatant disregard for any table around them, as they made a serious mess of their table and continued to ignite a lighter on and off throughout their savage feast. Like I said, these men were actually more cavemen like then the modern day species of men and therefore the fire must have excitded them.

After the silent signal to leave, the big strong manly men put on their jackets and walked away, leaving their trays, plates, cups, food, and napkins spread out on the table. These were definitely not freshmen and even if they were, they would have had seven months to find the dish return on the other side of the dining hall. Not too difficult even for the most brain dead species. Such blatant disregard, for not only the staff of the dining hall who would eventually have to clean their childish mess up but also those looking for an unoccupied table so that they too may eat their dinner, was beyond my friend and I. We sat in utter shock at the poor manners and rude behavior of these students.

Looking back, I almost wished I had followed them out and given them a piece of my mind instead of venting about it in a blog that few, if anyone and definitely not those three illiterate men, will ever read. All my dinner partner, who is also a student manager at this dining hall, and I could do was take their trays and plates and leftovers and bring it to the dish return for them, like parents taking care of their little children. Because let's face it, these types of men, thinking that they are a dominating force and too cool and mighty to walk the fifty feet to the dish return, are nothing but little boys with an abundance of inferiority's. Pathetic.

It will take a controlling and nagging wife to change these types of men. And if this doesn't do it, there is always someone bigger and stronger than you out there to put you in your place. This was obviously not me last night, but I am confident these pathetic excuses for men will get what is coming to them. One day.