Tuesday, September 30, 2008

Strawberry Fields Forever (The Strawberry Milk Story)

After an experiment in isolation for Freshman Writing Seminar, I went out with three kids from the third floor of my dorm to get some Late Night Food (It's the devil's food. So addicting and bad for your body. Don't do it.). Since I was really hungry I got popcorn chicken, sour cream and onion lays, potato chips and Strawberry Milk. Now, I love strawberry milk. I don't know why. It's not the taste, its not that its good for me, it's just something I love. After I finished my late night meal, I decided that I wanted to drink my milk. I opened the pink cover...and saw what appeared to be normal white milk. I turned to Marc (one of the kids), and showed him the contents and he told me that it probably just wasn't shaken up enough. So I closed the bottle and shook it a bit. I then opened it and saw it was still white. After telling me that I should man up and drink the damn milk, I took a sip. My mouth went numb. The milk had somehow turned into Novocaine and numbed my lips. It was ridiculous. I looked at the date written on the bottle. It had expired two days previously. I was outraged. However, that didn't stop Marc from taking a sip. He then exclaimed that he wanted to vomit. After a bit of prodding, I went up to exchange the milk. The man behind the counter just told me to get another one. So I got another one. And I opened it to find that it was in the same condition. This was egregious. I then asked if I could just take an orange juice instead (gambling that it wouldn't kill me). As Marc and I walked back to our dorm with our two companions, I decided that I wouldn't stand for this. We pay 51K a year to come to BC with 5K going toward meal plans. When I got back to the common room, I turned on my computer and fired off an angry email to BC Dining Service recounting the story in a manner which was not as eloquent as the version you've just read. But what follows is the legitimate ending of my email to the BC dining Service:

" We pay 2,500 in meals for overpriced food. Could you please do us the courtesy of [at least] keeping the food fresh?"

I have yet to hear back.

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