Andy and the Escalators

I was back at school again. Specifically, I was in the cafeteria in Carson Hall. There were a lot of cookies, to the exclusion of other foods. The milk and juice and pop machines worked, but everything else was just full of every kind of cookie imaginable. Some were good cookies, and some were store-bought and all that implies.

My friend Andy was sitting at the table with me, eating cookies. He seemed sad and mopey, but that's normal for Andy. He said something about going back to the room and wandered off.

I decided I should go back too, and I started off. The dorm was a lot different. It had many identical levels and escalators everywhere, five or six per floor.

I kept checking my watch. Classes would start soon, and I couldn't even find my own room.