Meanwhile, At the Canteen…
At recess, the canteen line curved past the window like a slow, hungry snake. Riya held two coins in her warm hand and tried to remember Mum’s note: one cheese toastie, no sauce. In front of her, Hamish was deciding between a muffin and a frozen juice cup as if he were choosing a future career. Behind her, Mei kept stretching on tiptoes to see the menu board. Everyone sounded cheerful, but the line moved so slowly that even the pigeons near the bins seemed impatient.
Meanwhile, at the front window, Mr Barrow was taking orders, sliding paper bags across the counter and calling names over the lunchtime chatter. His apron was dusted with flour, and his voice stayed calm even when three students spoke at once. ‘One vegemite scroll for Asha,’ he called. ‘Fruit salad for Luca.’ Riya watched the trays appear and disappear. She liked the busy pattern of it all. Order, wrap, call, smile. It almost looked easy, which made her forget that she still had to say her own order properly when it was finally her turn.
A few minutes later, the line shuffled forward in a sudden burst, and Riya found herself right at the counter. ‘Cheese toastie, please. No sauce,’ she said. Mr Barrow nodded and reached for a marker. At that exact moment, Hamish leaned in from the side and blurted, ‘Actually, can I change mine to the muffin?’ Mr Barrow turned, answered him, and then wrote something quickly on a paper bag. Riya stepped away, pleased to have finished. The bag felt warm in her hands, and the smell drifting out was so good that she almost took a bite before she reached the table.
But when she sat down with Mei under the shade sail, something looked wrong. The top of the toastie glistened. ‘That is definitely sauce,’ Mei said. Riya peeled back the paper and stared. Not only was there sauce, but tucked beside the toastie was a muffin she had never ordered. For one confused second, she wondered if she had somehow been given someone else’s lunch and a bonus surprise. Then Hamish jogged over, empty-handed and puzzled. ‘Did anyone get my muffin?’ he asked. Riya held up the bag. ‘Maybe our orders got tangled,’ she said.
Instead of groaning, Mei started laughing. ‘The canteen has created a new combo meal,’ she said. Even Riya smiled. The mistake was annoying, but it was also a little ridiculous. Together, the three of them walked back to the window. Riya explained what had happened, and Hamish admitted he had interrupted at exactly the wrong time. Mr Barrow looked at the bag, then at Hamish, then at Riya, and gave a small, weary grin. ‘Ah,’ he said, ‘the famous double-order muddle.’
By the time the bell warning rang, the problem had been fixed. Riya had a new toastie with no sauce, Hamish had his muffin, and Mr Barrow had written their names in larger letters than before. As they headed towards class, Mei declared that ‘double-order muddle’ sounded like the name of a dance move. Riya laughed so hard she nearly dropped her lunch again. The canteen line was still long, still noisy and still full of people changing their minds, but now the whole scene felt lighter. Sometimes a small mix-up could scramble a lunchtime plan. Sometimes it could also give everyone a story to carry back to class.
Check your vocabulary knowledge
- impatient adj.
- not willing to wait calmly
- pattern n.
- a repeated way something happens
- glistened v.
- shone with a wet or shiny look
- ridiculous adj.
- silly in a surprising or funny way
- muddle n.
- a mixed-up situation with confusion