Anyone who has ever heard of Hewitt knows that it’s problematic. The events that took place Saturday confirms this status.
I ate scrambled eggs for two meals on Saturday. I know that this doesn’t sound like a big deal, but it is to me. Imagine, it’s Saturday, 11 AM, in Hewitt bright and early on a Saturday morning. I happily eat my eggs and hash browns. It’s a good start to the day. I trudge to my usual spot in the Milstein Center and resume my studying that I definitely should have started sooner. It’s now 2:30 PM. I’m hungry. Due to a combination of not wanting to spend my beloved points at Diana that day and my overwhelming laziness preventing me from crossing Broadway, I return to Hewitt.
But this time, instead of finding the usual pizza and salad bar, I am experiencing déjà vu. I am faced with the same eggs and hash browns as earlier. I stand confused. Do I waste a swipe and go somewhere else? Do I eat scrambled eggs again?
The answer is yes, yes I do just eat scrambled eggs again. Hence, Saturday was the day on which I ate scrambled eggs for two meals.