There was one problem though. Where was the other bucket to discard of these light brown clothes? I quickly looked around to see what other people were doing as T tossed shells over her shoulder on to the floor. My eyes widened in panic and my mouth began the lecture on being neat and tidy when I saw the lady next to us do the same thing. My eyes slowly went to the jet black floor that was littered with peanut remains. We really were supposed to throw our shells on the floor. I felt the need to get a broom and start cleaning. My ears had been so focused on the music that I didn't notice the crunching sound as shoe met shell. The grinding of those remains becoming even more smothered under a humans pressure.
I coaxed myself to take a deep breathe and go with the flow. I grabbed my peanut, put pressure on the shell, rescued the small nuts from within, and watched as the shell tumbled to the ground to join the rest of his family. CRUNCH!