I am the Buffet Man. Alone I travel, alone I live, and alone I eat. Strangers I greet, but do not meet.
Go to the table with the single seat. Survey the stations with the choicest meat.
I am the Buffet Man. Single-minded, double-handed, grab a plate. Take the line with the shortest wait.
Speed up the time with a quicker gait. Take what’s good and leave what I hate.
I am the Buffet Man. Supremely focused at the task at hand. Devouring my food according to plan.
Meticulous, like building castles in the sand. While my belly tests the strength of my waistband.
I am the Buffet Man. Plate one, plate two, plate three. Looking around the room it’s plain to see.
There are other men here just like me. Is it buffet men we’re striving to be?