No matter what year you are or where you’ve chosen to live on campus, if you attend Illinois State University, you’ve had more than your fair share of the Watterson Dining Center. As most of you have seen, there are signs of Watty everywhere on campus. When I say everywhere, I literally mean EVERYWHERE. You name any place I’ll bet there’s someone’s lunch rotting away waiting to be thrown out. Throughout this article I will share with you some photos of evidence I’ve found laying around.
There’s either a box just laying in the middle of the quad being stepped on by hundreds of kids on their way to class, maybe there’s that one guy every lecture who has his Watty generic cup of coffee, or even finding people’s left over food on the stairs physically placed in such a way that shows our true inner a*hole.
I’m not going to sit here and try and change the behavior of every college student on campus, but what I will do is share some WTF moments I’ve had with my experiences of what exactly happens to a Watty meal once it leaves the building. If you’re sitting and saying you don’t do it… well look back in time because I guarantee you have at some point, trust me.
One day I was taking the stairs up to my dorm in Watterson Towers and it had looked as if a war had commenced. Chunks of broccoli and cheddar soup plastered, splattered and sprayed on the stairs, railing, and walls… Laying all lonesome was obviously the culprit’s container, a smashed Coca Cola- to-go-cup.
A little while back in the breezeway of Watterson Towers, yet again there was another incident. Someone’s darker colored chocolate milk was all over against the elevator, I’m surprised no one slipped. It’s like come on people! Clean up after yourselves or at least get some towels to lie down, heck, leave a girl a warning.
Of course, I’m in the library one afternoon; I sit in a chair and unknowingly smell something funky. Coincidentally, I had sat next to, yet again, A BOX from Watty! You can see where I’m going with this article can’t you? I open it to find someone’s half-eaten-soggy-looking not even crispy chicken tenders with dried out ketchup. I got up as quick as possible because I didn’t want people thinking this smell was associated with me.
The stories of Watty food can go on for days. Just yesterday I found a stolen plate on the floor with a chicken sandwich’s remains distorted like a murder scene next to a bench. I don’t know what to make of this article. Other than the fact that this can attest to everyone and the observation that Watty is truly EVERYWHERE.