At the start of the semester, I had $1,800 on my meal plan. The university estimated that to be enough for 14 meals per week for the semester.
Two meals a day. How hard can it be?
Harder than expected. When my best friend had $800 left, I still had $1,500. And no, I wasn’t starving myself to stave off the freshman 15. I was, however, using the penny pinching skills that my mother taught me from birth.
We can pinch pennies so hard you can’t see Lincoln anymore.
Usually, such a skill is quite valuable, but not when you payed upfront for a meal plan. While I was eating up about $3.50 worth of food per meal, OSU thought I should be eating $8 worth.
About halfway through the semester I realized I needed to spend more money… lots more. Luckily, this dawned on me around the same time my guy friends realized they were spending entirely too much too quickly.
And then came the phone calls.
“Hey, Heidi… me and a couple friends are going to eat at _____. You busy?” This can be translated into “Hey, Moneybags. My friends and I want to borrow your student ID.” But, since I was using them in return, I didn’t complain.
More than once, I took the boys from second floor to the store in Kerr-Drummond and they spent about $100. Even after these little runs to the store and paying for most of the meals of some of my friends, when finals week rolled around, I still had over $300 left. What did I do?
I spent like a wild-woman.
Rachael and I bought the supplies for our de-stressing baking escapades, I purchased copious amounts of Reese’s for making Christmas trees, and …
I bought 15 Chick-fil-A sandwiches today. All at once.
I told my friend Kaleb that plays football for the Cowboys how much money I had to spend, and he told me that he has to stay next week for practices so I should buy him all the chicken sandwiches I could afford. I assured him he wouldn’t want THAT many. But I supposed I could donate 15 to the cause.
If you want to be judged by everyone in the Union, buy 15 sandwiches.
Mark (my very skinny friend) and I walked up to the counter. I said, “Can I get 15 chicken sandwiches?” The lady behind the counter said, “You want HOW many?!?” I said, “Uhh… 15?” “Honey, I don’t know if I even have 15. Hang on. *turns around* She wants 15 chicken sandwiches. Yeah, 15. I think so. *turns back around* You seriously want 15?” “Yes, ma’am. If that’s possible.” “Ooookay, well, it’ll be a minute. That’ll be $47.69.”
Yes, I spent almost $50 at Chick-fil-A today.
They had to send someone to Johnny Rockets to get bigger bags to put them all in. They all kept looking at me and shaking their heads. I had explained the situation, but they were all in awe nevertheless. I’m pretty sure my little adventure will bring a smile to the face of the empolyees’ families as the recount the story of “The Girl Who Ordered 15 Chicken Sandwiches.”
In case you were wondering, there are 15 characters in “Merry Christmas!”
After putting one letter per bag and laying the sandwiches out on a desk in Kaleb’s room, we headed to Kerr-Drummond for one last shopping spree. As Mark said, “We spent 20 something at ’20 Something’.” The poor girl had to ring us up twice because the first time the screen froze. I guess my ID was just too powerful for the register to handle. It’s a record holder at the Union Chick-fil-A now, ya know.