Our dorm went to commissary today. I expected to only be able to buy stamps, so I worked out a trade with another guy to get some food for me in exchange. I won't be able to keep up with my workouts if I don't supplement the scrawny food portions the state gives us. The deal with my friend seemed solid.
I came back from class this afternoon and saw some guys from our dorm in the commissary line. I grabbed a pen and a couple order slips to fill out while I waited - my list wasn't too long or complex. I put the stamps on the list, then added an ice cream just to see if it would go through.
When I handed my list and ID card through the window I saw an ice cream appear on the counter. I turned to the guy behind me and said, "There's an ice cream on the counter. I'm on commissary restriction. How is this happening?"
I came back to the dorm with a smile on my face. It turned out that I was not on restriction, which makes me wonder if I even got a case last week. Unfortunately, the ice cream was the only food on my list - no redos - and the guy I was counting on to trade with wasn't able to buy anything. I just ate some of my ice cream, then shared the rest with the guys who were not able to get anything. Strange how things work sometimes.
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