Grateful for throw-away bowls

Like usual, I walked back to my room once I was done with work. I thought I would be able to relax for a little bit, but as soon as I took a step inside, my roommate told me she wanted to go to Egan. And being the nice person that I am, I said I would go with her. I was kind of hungry anyways, so I didn’t mind.

When we got there, I immediately claimed a table for us by tossing my phone and keys on it. Then, I went straight for the salad bar. After I finished making my masterpiece, I put it on the table, got a drink and then sat down.

I didn’t really talk for a few minutes because I was too busy eating. Eventually, though, I took a break, because I wanted to catch up with my roommate. I hadn’t seen her since before break, so we had a lot to say.

For a while, we just couldn’t stop talking. But all of a sudden, I stopped, because my attention had been caught by something across the way. I squinted, trying to get a better look, but I still had no idea what I was seeing. And that’s when my roommate said, “Is that takeout stuff for the ice cream?”

Well, that’s exactly what it was. Now, you’re probably wondering why I care so much about this. I mean, what’s the big deal about throwaway bowls? I’ll tell you.

Do you remember when you had to use the coffee cups if you wanted to take ice cream with you? I know I do, because I used to do that all the time.

Even though the cafeteria workers told people to stop, no one listened. But what did they expect? I mean, did they want us to take the actual bowls? I doubt it.

So, what’s the moral to this story? Nothing major. I just want to thank them for providing us with these new ice cream bowls. Maybe I will even leave them a comment card about it.