Eating Nachos; Serving Utensil is Stone Age Scooping Tool

I'm trying my best to fix myself the most delicious plate of nachos with an extremely unwieldy scooping tool (it's very tricky; I think it was a tusk of some kind that had been adapted for scooping nachos) in what appears to be an architectural mish-mash of the Dining Commons servery and the cafeteria from my elementary school. But people keep making me drop my nachos to run errands; finally several hours (of dreamtime) have come and gone, and it's about 7:00 and I want to get some nachos and tell all these people to fuck off somewhere, but they've already put away the nachos 30 minutes before the place is scheduled to close (which definitely happens in real life) so the rest of the dream is me dejectedly picking up my cold nachos out of icy water and other strange things that I dropped them into, and snapping at people who appear at my elbow. I wake up hungry. 1-8-2012