At our faculty meeting last week, teachers were invited to have an ice cream sandwich and pitch in a dollar to cover the costs of the snack. One whole dollar for a melting ice cream sandwich, one out of a store-brand box of twelve? It didn’t feel right to me, but as part of the faculty I felt obliged to partake.
The next morning I dropped off my four quarters to the teacher who’d shelled out her personal money to buy the treats. I’d prepared myself with the quarters and not a dollar bill in hopes that she would say, “Oh, fifty cents would be fine,” but she took the whole gamut.
Then she said, “There are extras in the refrigerator downstairs. They’re for free.”
Over the next two days I worked to bring the price of that original sandwich down to a mere twenty cents.
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Anonymous
So in your pursuit of equity, what do you have now? More fat cells to get rid of. You lost, you didn't gain. Well maybe you did gain–some weight.