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this, but the
included things like:
getting to campus,
business of being
I got in another lengthy line to checkout with my $9 voucher in hand. The checker charged me the full $9 for the wrap and tacked on the side salad. When she said '$6.50', I thought she was saying that my total came in at under the $9, so I grabbed a coke. Then she asked me for even more money than the $6.50. I was confused and people were doing balancing acts with their trays in line behind me.
'I gave you my voucher, right?' She clarified that I owed another $9.50 on top of the $9 voucher. I explained that I only got the wrap, because I couldn't eat the sides. She could not ring it up separately. She apologized. I put the salad back because it wasn't GF anyway. I still owed her money. I think it was $9 for the wrap- that I didn't want, and a then a few bucks for the coke- that I hoped would keep me awake in what looked like boring afternoon sessions. I would have paid more money if I found a few different things to eat- I am not THAT cheap, but I wasn't even offered good options so I was ticked.
I found a table where I could sit alone. I had planned to seek out someone to sit with and be friendly towards. Change of plans. Now I was beyond grouchy, HUNGRY (knowing this wrap would not fill me up), and honestly a little tearful.
|Exhibit A: GF food. Skinny pop. I try|
to stay away from it, because I am
confident that if I shovel it in at the rate
I am capable of, it no longer has
anything to do with skinny.
I had done my due diligence, right? This was unexpected in a world full of gluten free eaters - even if many of them don't really NEED to eat gluten free. Bandwagon jumpers mess things up for legit celiac disease peeps, because restaurants get lax assuming most people don't HAVE to avoid gluten due to a medical condition. Please wait while I tuck my soapbox back under my desk.
My favorite part of the day: being reunited with Eddie, and dinner: huge improvement. They handed each of us a map for the dining hall where they bussed us. The map displayed the layout for the various food-court type options, and what food contained what allergens, and there were real live chefs/cooks standing by to answer questions.
After diner I dropped Ed off at the dorm he was going to stay in and I went back to the hotel and changed into workout clothes. Then I walked the campus. It's big, but I think I get the lay of the land now.