When I was sixteen years old and working at McDonald’s, we would throw cheese at the break room ceiling like this.  We tried other foods too (we had high hopes for the pickles), but I think cheese was the only reliable standby.  Good times.

Actually … I might have been younger when I worked there.  I would have been able to drive back and forth with a driver’s permit at sixteen, if memory serves?   And McDonald’s had a van that picked up the younger employees who couldn’t drive.