over easy? sunny side up? nah, this is scrambled reaccs only

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 in the 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.