A conversation I overheard in a hallway at my school, and immediately pulled out my notebook to transcribe as I stealthily followed the two young men through three different wings. They appeared to be wandering.

Guy 1: What did you think of that fruit salad?
Guy 2: Man, it could have been better. Why the hell did she put grapes in?
Guy 1: I thought you liked grapes. Grapes taste good.
Guy 2: Sure, but you can't get grapes on a fork.
Guy 1: I guess grapes aren't good in fruit salad.
Guy 2: Vegetable salads are better anyway.
Guy 1: Dude, fruit salads are top-of-the-line salads. You just have a grudge against them.
Guy 2: I like fruit, I just prefer my salads with flesh.
Guy 1: Flesh? Like, chicken?
Guy 2: No, human flesh. *pause* Of course not people, stop giving me that look.
Guy 1: You never know, man. You never know when your friends are gonna turn out to be cannibals.
Guy 2: Who have you been talkin' to?
Guy 1: Look. When you say 'flesh' people think of humans. You gotta say 'meat,' dude.
Guy 2: Then you sound queer. Like, "Oh man, I really want to eat some MEAT!"
Guy 1: No, you sound like you just want a steak.
Guy 2: Anyway, I could go for some chicken salad right now.
Guy 1: Mm, me too. Like, covered in Ceasar dressing.
Guy 2: Fuckin' YES. Wanna go get some Ceasar salads at lunch?
Guy 1: Hell yeah. Stonestown?
Guy 2: Definitely. Meetcha at the flagpole.

At this point, I had to go to class. But I am sure they got their salads. I saw one of them later carrying a huge plastic container full of lettuce and other salad fixings.