Letter: ​The confessions of a CDS employee

TO THE EDITOR:

Hi, my name is Lucy, and you might know me. I’m the student cashier at Mainstreet Lenoir on the Chick-fil-A side. However, as of 3 p.m. today I am quitting, so here are my not-so-secret confessions, including all the dirty details of the place you eat every day ...

Confession 1:

I check out/attempt to flirt with every cute boy who comes through my line. One time, somebody even asked for my number after I rung up his food... score!

Confession 2:

I’m not gonna bust you for putting soda in your water cup. I really don’t care.

Confession 3:

Whenever the credit card machines go down and you have to write your PID or swipe your One Card (that doesn’t have any money on it) , you aren’t actually getting charged. It’s just a façade so you don’t tell all your friends about the #phreefood.

Confession 4:

My coworkers and I love you. We all have our favorite customers, and you make our day when you know our names and ask how we’re doing. We may even give you special treat on the sly. Keep doing what you’re doing and being super nice and patient. It really means a lot.

Confession 5:

I’ve learned more about institutional racism at the dining hall than anywhere else in my time at UNC. I could give you at least five concrete examples on the spot, but the point is, white privilege is alive and well.

Confession 6:

I secretly judge those people who get Chick-fil-a every day. I also judge those people who spend over $10 on lunch every day ... that stuff is expensive!

Confession 7:

Every time some of your waffle fries fall on the counter and you don’t want them, I eat them. A hungry girl’s gotta do what she’s gotta do.

Confession 8: My biggest pet peeve is when “gyro” is pronounced wrong (it’s pronounced “yee-roh”).

Lucy Davis

Senior

Global studies