I found a broken tray in a baby’s crib. What? Has my baby turned into a tray? Like whoa….cool. I then took very good care of if. That dirty little sucker.
ribble.
Put my lunch on it. Thats it.
Rachel T
trays trays trays. to carry your lunch food, your meat sandwich to the table at lunch. but what if there is nothing to carry? what if there is no meat sandwich to sit upon the tray? hmmmm.. trays trays trays.
April
she sat down the tray of vegetables and candy on the hard wooden table. she had been meaning to talk to me now for months. i could tell this want going to be pleasent.
april
I stood in line, holding my lunch tray, looking dejected. Why the hell had I thought it’d be a good idea to eat in the cafeteria? I glanced down at my pitiful-looking salad. I should have realized that they were unlikely to have any vegan food with some substance.
ry_z
betray
Jag
A patch of thick rust laid over it. The once pristine silver sheet was nothing more than a brown-tinted rectangle with bubbles of blackened rust and grim. The tray once had a bright glory, but now it was nothing more than trash.
Crimson
lunch trays, they hurt when you get wacked in the head with one. u use them when u buy lunch, but i never buy lunch, i bring it from home in a paper bag cuz its healthier. i hate buying lunch, and lunch trays, at my school their yellow styrofoam ones instead of plastic ones.
katie
The tray was silver, the tray was gray. Either way you look at it, it’s still the same shade. It depends on your outlook on life: positive side is silver, since silver is shinier and glossier. A dull outlook equates to a gray shade, since gray is quite drab and depressing. It all depends on how you look at a tray.
Rayne
Those green lunch trays that I saw every day, as I wheeled them down those cold hospital halls. Passing them out to some of the sickest people you would see inside of a mad house. I never got any lunch from those damn trays. Thank god.
Krooks
well at work we have trays
lots and lots of dirty trays
and you have to make them clean without distracting each other
which is pretty much flipping impossible
most of the reason anyone would ever decide to clean the trays would be so that you can be closer to the other goof-off work people who don’t care and just stand there and do nothing and you can tell each other inappropriate jokes.
whitney
They used to use trays for sledding. From the cafeteria. Cheaper than tobaggans or other devices, that’s for sure. In fact there was little in the cafeteria they couldn’t find a use for. Silverware was routinely swiped for off-campus dining. Some forks ended up in the ceiling of our co-op for a modern art display.
Anonymous
i ate from a serving tray. There were coffee, teas, and pastries. The pastries were delicious. I loved eating from the tray.
Anonymous
I balanced the tray precariously in one flat palm and maneuvered around the teeming pub. New years was always the worst. Another errant hand makes a grab for my rear and I doge out of reach of the drunkard, scowl on my face. Just three more weeks and I’ll be done with this godforsaken job.
Little did I know, all my options would run out in two weeks.
Georgia
I have some trays in my house. The most beautiful one is the one I made when I was 7. I broke some glasses of different colors (green, blue, red, pink, yellow) and made a beautiful tray.
v
tray…. they are taking away trays in most cafaterias. they feel it will help with obesity and wasting food. I think this is probably a good idea. Also, then I think of breakfast in Bed… wouldnt that be lovely?
Sadie
the lunch room. sitting alone through high school pondering what others are thinking of you as you sit there. the distgusting food. high taxes to pay for this food. ever wonder why those who sit alone dont sit together? i do.
christina
she put the tray on the table and jumped on my lap..she was gone, a year ago..the same day..
I cant believe how many songs I have to delete to stop my music stop reminding me of her.
David Sulita
platter,salver,plate,
anon
Tray tables on airplanes are always so small and annoying. I think of this because I’m going to London in a few weeks. Airplanes are one of the best and worst things in the world. Anything that can get you to another country that fast can’t be all bad.
Joey
one word
one
one word
one word
ha ha ha ha
Anonymous
She carried the tray to their table. Only then did she find out the mystery…
Luci
food
snacks
crackers
serve
serving
nibblies
cocktails
drinks
shooters
fancy
hold
waiter
waitress
server
wood
plastic
Nathan
a tray full of cherries; thet’s all i want.
Seven
“Table it,” he said with a smirk. She gently pushed the paper over to the side. “The platters ain’t silver here. They ain’t even tin.”
WB
The tray was the best thing I ever stole. Jen and I took the trays from the kitchen at school and ran straight to the hill. It was so fun to slide down the snow on our stomachs, backs, butts. It made college seem less grownup for a minute, and I remembered how much I loved being a kid.
GD
tray
F
After starving myself for days that pile of trays lying next to the lineup for chinese mall food seemed so appealing. That tray carried the best meal of my life.
GD
There is a tray that carries food. It;s a deep maple brown and sits on my desk/ My grandmother used to serve the most delisious chirstmas dinners on the tray. I really hope it will be in my family for many more years to comel
Mike
A tray. I gotta put something on it. I gotta do it fast. There ain’t nothing to it. But sometimes it’s hard. You know, as a waiter, you gotta live up to some expectations, but I’m not sure I can.
Oh, well.
Will you help me?
Pan
I picked up the carfeteria tray and looked around the room. people were sitting together and groups and I was alone. I never felt so alientated in all my lfie. Everyone had found their place and I was left alone the odd man out. I wonder if I’ll ever find my people.
Sherrie
The tray clattered to the floor, sending utensils and shards of porcelain in every direction. The world stopped. There before was her partner of 30 years, lying in a heap on the floor.
N
he carried the tray off cookies carefully, but it was obvious his little arms were giving in to the weight. soon one cookie slipped off the plate.
Layla Macoran
It wasn’t that he was that sick. He wasn’t. It’s just – getting up was getting harder. So, like the good son I am, I served him breakfast in bed. The tray was full of all of his favorites. He was in a sour mood and had nothing good to say. I suppose that’s to be expected.
John
Once upon a tray there was a cup and saucer that had been together for quite a while with little trouble at all. Along came a mug that had each of them questioning their importance.
Jeff
Disgusting Lunch room food petrified onto the plastic tray that thousands of children have used and haven’t been properly washed.
LoRo
first thing that comes to mind is an airline tray – please put your trays in the upright position because if you crash at 600mph – that tray may cause your death – not the actual splat on the ground – but the damn tray – who would’ve known – could’ve lived if I put the damn tray up
anndar
Tray, a flat platform on which one puts food. Standing in line, tray in hand, watching as those who think they’re better than you cut in front of you. You wonder “What am I doing? Is my life really just this?” there is no answer. Only to live and keep living.
Michael Anderson
she took the tray to the table. she was sick of this job. all the men looked at her like she was something to eat. hooters was not the ideal place to work but at least it paid her bills and fed her family.
tray
I found a broken tray in a baby’s crib. What? Has my baby turned into a tray? Like whoa….cool. I then took very good care of if. That dirty little sucker.
Put my lunch on it. Thats it.
trays trays trays. to carry your lunch food, your meat sandwich to the table at lunch. but what if there is nothing to carry? what if there is no meat sandwich to sit upon the tray? hmmmm.. trays trays trays.
she sat down the tray of vegetables and candy on the hard wooden table. she had been meaning to talk to me now for months. i could tell this want going to be pleasent.
I stood in line, holding my lunch tray, looking dejected. Why the hell had I thought it’d be a good idea to eat in the cafeteria? I glanced down at my pitiful-looking salad. I should have realized that they were unlikely to have any vegan food with some substance.
betray
A patch of thick rust laid over it. The once pristine silver sheet was nothing more than a brown-tinted rectangle with bubbles of blackened rust and grim. The tray once had a bright glory, but now it was nothing more than trash.
lunch trays, they hurt when you get wacked in the head with one. u use them when u buy lunch, but i never buy lunch, i bring it from home in a paper bag cuz its healthier. i hate buying lunch, and lunch trays, at my school their yellow styrofoam ones instead of plastic ones.
The tray was silver, the tray was gray. Either way you look at it, it’s still the same shade. It depends on your outlook on life: positive side is silver, since silver is shinier and glossier. A dull outlook equates to a gray shade, since gray is quite drab and depressing. It all depends on how you look at a tray.
Those green lunch trays that I saw every day, as I wheeled them down those cold hospital halls. Passing them out to some of the sickest people you would see inside of a mad house. I never got any lunch from those damn trays. Thank god.
well at work we have trays
lots and lots of dirty trays
and you have to make them clean without distracting each other
which is pretty much flipping impossible
most of the reason anyone would ever decide to clean the trays would be so that you can be closer to the other goof-off work people who don’t care and just stand there and do nothing and you can tell each other inappropriate jokes.
They used to use trays for sledding. From the cafeteria. Cheaper than tobaggans or other devices, that’s for sure. In fact there was little in the cafeteria they couldn’t find a use for. Silverware was routinely swiped for off-campus dining. Some forks ended up in the ceiling of our co-op for a modern art display.
i ate from a serving tray. There were coffee, teas, and pastries. The pastries were delicious. I loved eating from the tray.
I balanced the tray precariously in one flat palm and maneuvered around the teeming pub. New years was always the worst. Another errant hand makes a grab for my rear and I doge out of reach of the drunkard, scowl on my face. Just three more weeks and I’ll be done with this godforsaken job.
Little did I know, all my options would run out in two weeks.
I have some trays in my house. The most beautiful one is the one I made when I was 7. I broke some glasses of different colors (green, blue, red, pink, yellow) and made a beautiful tray.
tray…. they are taking away trays in most cafaterias. they feel it will help with obesity and wasting food. I think this is probably a good idea. Also, then I think of breakfast in Bed… wouldnt that be lovely?
the lunch room. sitting alone through high school pondering what others are thinking of you as you sit there. the distgusting food. high taxes to pay for this food. ever wonder why those who sit alone dont sit together? i do.
she put the tray on the table and jumped on my lap..she was gone, a year ago..the same day..
I cant believe how many songs I have to delete to stop my music stop reminding me of her.
platter,salver,plate,
Tray tables on airplanes are always so small and annoying. I think of this because I’m going to London in a few weeks. Airplanes are one of the best and worst things in the world. Anything that can get you to another country that fast can’t be all bad.
one word
one
one word
one word
ha ha ha ha
She carried the tray to their table. Only then did she find out the mystery…
food
snacks
crackers
serve
serving
nibblies
cocktails
drinks
shooters
fancy
hold
waiter
waitress
server
wood
plastic
a tray full of cherries; thet’s all i want.
“Table it,” he said with a smirk. She gently pushed the paper over to the side. “The platters ain’t silver here. They ain’t even tin.”
The tray was the best thing I ever stole. Jen and I took the trays from the kitchen at school and ran straight to the hill. It was so fun to slide down the snow on our stomachs, backs, butts. It made college seem less grownup for a minute, and I remembered how much I loved being a kid.
tray
After starving myself for days that pile of trays lying next to the lineup for chinese mall food seemed so appealing. That tray carried the best meal of my life.
There is a tray that carries food. It;s a deep maple brown and sits on my desk/ My grandmother used to serve the most delisious chirstmas dinners on the tray. I really hope it will be in my family for many more years to comel
A tray. I gotta put something on it. I gotta do it fast. There ain’t nothing to it. But sometimes it’s hard. You know, as a waiter, you gotta live up to some expectations, but I’m not sure I can.
Oh, well.
Will you help me?
I picked up the carfeteria tray and looked around the room. people were sitting together and groups and I was alone. I never felt so alientated in all my lfie. Everyone had found their place and I was left alone the odd man out. I wonder if I’ll ever find my people.
The tray clattered to the floor, sending utensils and shards of porcelain in every direction. The world stopped. There before was her partner of 30 years, lying in a heap on the floor.
he carried the tray off cookies carefully, but it was obvious his little arms were giving in to the weight. soon one cookie slipped off the plate.
It wasn’t that he was that sick. He wasn’t. It’s just – getting up was getting harder. So, like the good son I am, I served him breakfast in bed. The tray was full of all of his favorites. He was in a sour mood and had nothing good to say. I suppose that’s to be expected.
Once upon a tray there was a cup and saucer that had been together for quite a while with little trouble at all. Along came a mug that had each of them questioning their importance.
Disgusting Lunch room food petrified onto the plastic tray that thousands of children have used and haven’t been properly washed.
first thing that comes to mind is an airline tray – please put your trays in the upright position because if you crash at 600mph – that tray may cause your death – not the actual splat on the ground – but the damn tray – who would’ve known – could’ve lived if I put the damn tray up
Tray, a flat platform on which one puts food. Standing in line, tray in hand, watching as those who think they’re better than you cut in front of you. You wonder “What am I doing? Is my life really just this?” there is no answer. Only to live and keep living.
she took the tray to the table. she was sick of this job. all the men looked at her like she was something to eat. hooters was not the ideal place to work but at least it paid her bills and fed her family.