There are just certain people that run through the background of your life that are remembered years later with fond memories, even though you weren't friends. You still think of them. And they're a basis for you to reminisce with your friends. I got my alumni magazine from my college tonight and called up my best friend (the one who lives a mile and a half away from me now, we met in college) to tell her that a couple pictures of her from her recent reunion were in the magazine and on the alumni website. We both browsed through the alumni website -- actually, all three of us, since my best friend's roommate also went to college with us and was in on the conversation -- and saw some pictures of other aspects of college and two people in particular that we recalled with fondness: 1. Chinese Food Man. We never were sure who Chinese Food Man was, but rumor had it that he was a graduate of our college and was being Chinese Food Man to raise money for grad school, among other jobs. Chinese Food Man was just a regular Caucasian guy, but he came around through all the dorms at night and had a big cooler that he wore -- took a strap that he attached to the sides of the cooler and slipped it around his neck. He filled the cooler with various Chinese food dishes that I guess he bought from a local Chinese restaurant, then came to my school and sold it to us poor hungry students late at night. The thing is, he always announced himself the same way: "Chinese Food Man, is anybody hungry?" in this sing-song kind of way that I still remember. He'd just wander through the halls, chanting his siren call and he'd do a pretty good business too. 2. Hector. Hector was awesome. Hector was one of the workers in the cafeteria in the student union. He usually manned the cash registers, and this position is what made him famous. This particular cafeteria was a la carte, and the university meal plan only allotted you a certain dollar amount per meal, and it never turned out to be enough. So we'd invariably go over. Then Hector, after ringing everything up, would just remove an item from the register total to make your total go under your limit and then he'd swipe your card. Hector was the Man. My friends and I even called the process "being Hectored," immortalizing him in verb form. Ah, those were the carefree days of college. Me and my Merry Prankster attitude. Like the time I got gallons of food coloring and tried to turn the pond in my quad red, but it was so damn murky that it never made a difference. Or the time I set up a Slip-n-Slide on my hallway. Or the time I duct-taped my R.A. into his room. Or the lemon meringue pie fight I started. And, of course, who could forget the Walk of Shame?