Campus living is a cornucopia of emotions wrapped inside sweaty t-shirts, football rallies, and enough cheap food to kill woodland creatures three times over. Cram it all into one dormitory with the usual cocktails of college-age hormones, exam stress, and the general stank of student life, it becomes too much to bear for many students. It's why extracurricular activities and, more important, time off-campus are considered their salvation.
At least they are salvation until real life outside campus sets in like a sedated elephant not even trying to avoid crashing into delicate china. That was the case for an unfortunate soul working a shift at a local fast food chain, notorious for its familiar scents, dishes, and consumer base that vacillated between reasonable, well-adjusted people, stoners, and the occasional idiot whose first language is 'blithering.' Add in the implied menagerie of outcasts that fill the void in between these three and it became clear that stress