I had a stupidly large portion to eat. And since I ordered all this stuff I just chugged it all down. Even the marmite covered bread.
This actually didn't taste that bad.
When I was finished, I felt sick, but at least I was finished.
I took at least three times more time to finish. And yet, there wasn't a single known soul in here. Known to me that is. I'd hoped that if I spent enough time chewing on my food, sooner or later someone will show and save me. Just how naïve was I? And I didn't have any way to contact anyone either.
It was safe to say, I screwed up big time.
I guess people coming to your rescues in the most desperate times only happened in the fairytales. With a sigh and heavy heart, I picked up the empty tray and walked towards the second counter. Apparently, they had separate counters for handing over food and billing.
'Here goes nothing.'
