Day 1 - Grab yourself a plate buddy
Food is just one of those things that makes people feel comfortable and good; it’s like Hugh Grant movies or silk boxers. And since it’s a little assuming to hand out silk boxers at most potentially awkward business receptions, they tend to hand out food.
So was the case today, ironically the first day of this little experiement. I knew I would encounter my fair share of free food, but it hadn’t really occurred to me how many “functions” I go to that dole out the chicken wings by the barrel.
Given that I had only been doing this for 12 hours, passing up on the food wasn’t too hard. The bigger problem was ducking all the people that kept trying to give it to me without being a jerk. There’s something locked away deep in recess of the reptilian part of our brains that just instictively tells us to eat when food is presented, as if you don’t know when the next meal will come along. So when you see a bunch of food and some guy with the gall not to eat it, the first thing everyone seems to say is, “Grab yourself a plate buddy.” I would of course respond by that ridiculous grabbing of my stomach and leaning back as if to prentend I had just gorged myself out of sight.
Anyway, sticking to my plan that I’d only take free food that would be readily available to the average person, I had a glass of lemonade. I figure that was in the same category as a free cup of coffee or something the like.
Aside from that, I only ate one meal today. Two peanut butter and jelly sandwiches plus a packet of chicken Ramen. It was OK, although I can tell you I�ll be bored with that meal pretty quick. It came in at a grand total of $.90, which means I can bank roll that dime for a latter date.