Today's OneWord: Hamburger

I chose the one table in the cafeteria where no one else was sitting, plopping my red tray down in front of me. The whole meal glowed with grease, a yellow tint to each element of the cuisine. The hamburger was so overcooked that I thought about taking the patty down to the local hockey rink and using it as a spare puck. I picked up a French fry, and it drooped like it was being weighed down by the salty judgment of an unknown fast food god.