Ecuanundrum

I am going to describe a scene that I have seen with my own eyes.

Your job is to think about and try to guess exactly where the scene takes place.

Ready? We are going with the old five senses approach.

SMELL
The first whiff is of rainy cement. You know, that smell when you step onto an outdoor basketball court a couple hours after a long duration light drizzle.

TOUCH
Your feet sit on concrete followed by linoleum floor. You also can throw in the comfort of a fold up metal chair and the click clackitty clack of fingers on a keyboard.

SOUND
Lots of Ecua Spanish ranting and raving in a voice that kind of sounds like a cross between a kid that cannot find his way home and a kid that is not getting his favorite shiny new toy for Christmas. You also hear high school kids talking to adults as if the adults were people who were extremely hard of hearing.

TASTE
There is the faint taste of ketchup and stale plastic. Kind of like what you might find at a fast food restaurant that has not been cleaned in a while. This taste also appears in assorted frat basements around the country on a Sunday morning (except beer is unmistakenly absent from the frat basement smell).

SIGHT
Zillions of people with a look on their face like they just saw their favorite football team lose to Eli Manning in the Super Bowl. Zillions of metal fold up chairs everywhere. Computers being partrolled by high school kids. I get the sense that I am getting a first hand look at a Hooverville or something.

All right. That's the scene.

Stay tuned.