The line may have been long, but it wasn’t anything I couldn’t handle. I mean, Egan at 5:30 at night was almost always a madhouse, so waiting an extra 10 minutes didn’t really bother me, especially with my friends there to keep me company.
I shuffled forward slowly, desperately attempting not to bump into anyone. (Personally, I think it’s awkward having to apologize for accidentally touching someone’s arm or foot, so I constantly try to prevent it from happening.)
Anyway, after a nice, collision-free wait, it was finally my turn to enter the cafeteria. Forcing my mouth into a smile, I handed my ID to the cashier. At that point, I was feeling impatient, but I concealed my emotions because, frankly, it wasn’t her fault that the entire world became hungry at the same time.
As soon as she gave the card back, I hastily shoved it in my pocket, rubbed my hands with sanitizer, and marched toward the opposite side of the room. I was starving and couldn’t wait to eat.
Reaching the counter, I grabbed a plate and looked at my options: grilled cheese sandwiches, hamburgers and cheeseburgers. I rubbed my eyes, thinking I had missed something, but another glance at the food proved me wrong.
I sighed and dropped my hands to my sides. Once again, there wasn’t any grilled chicken.
While most people would have accepted this loss and moved on, I just couldn’t. The reason why is simple: I don’t eat beef. Now, before you jump to conclusions, let me make it clear that I made this choice because I don’t like the taste of the meat, not because I feel particularly bad for cows.
I will admit that when it comes to meals, our school has done its best to offer students a variety of options, but it has failed to realize that not everyone shares the same taste.
A true ‘fitness freak’ and a ‘health nut’ through and through, I can’t survive without my daily serving of protein, but that still doesn’t make me want to eat beef. I would much rather eat some peanut butter from my dorm and call it a day.
However, no matter how much I love Jif, I can’t use it is as a meat substitute for the next four years of my life.
So I’m calling out all of Egan’s chefs. Is it possible for grilled chicken to be made everyday instead of just once in a while? I sure hope so, and I know I’m not alone.