Tuesday, September 4, 2012

Ice Cream and a Bitter Old Lady

Every single day

 Alex and I get ice cream. Sometimes multiple times a day. We recognize that this makes us total fat kids, and we don't care, because ice cream.

The cafeteria is set up like this. In the grand tradition of Heinous Lunchladies Who Hate Life, you've got your lair of bitterness where you are greeted by a resentful fat lady and told to swipe your I.D. Then, walking across the cafeteria, you have your "salad" bar, which is basically where they put the foul leftovers that people didn't touch out of terror from the previous days that are then mashed up, renamed, and and left to slowly decay in the heat of the lunchroom. We don't talk about the Salad Bar.
You also have your warm food, with is sometimes ok but usually not.

And then, there's the place of glory, where ice cream is provided pretty much without fail at all times of the day. Every single day, we do the walk of shame over to the ice cream tub, and load up.

And on the way out, we get this look.

Her expression is like "Oh my god, you're getting ice cream AGAIN"

And we're like,"Yes, bitch, we are. Problem?" and trot out.

It's only with us, too. She's perfectly pleasant to other people, and then we come in and get ice cream, and she just glares at us the WHOLE TIME. Maybe she's had a traumatic experience with it or something. It's a little depressing.
But then, Alex and I go back to our dorm and are all:

So I guess it's totally worth it.
--Jules

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