Hungrily, I eyed the slowly cooking hotdogs on the counter at the AMC theater at Grapevine Mills.
I asked the girl at the checkout if I could see the ingredients for the hot dogs.
"Nope." she said without batting an eye.
I explained that I had serious food allergies and asked why I couldn't see them.
"Don't have them." she replied.
"Someone must have them somewhere." I said.
"Sorry, no." she said and looked behind me at the line.
I paid for my drink, slunk around the corner and asked a girl stocking candy to get me a manager. When she told him what I wanted, he immediately grabbed the box the hot dogs came in and let me read the ingredients himself.
I was then able to get a fresh hotdog - not one that had been on a bun - in a plastic container to eat. It was just as good as it smelled and I didn't get sick.
I guess there are a couple things to be learned from this - for me, persistence paid off and I didn't have to sit through a movie with a grumbling stomach.
For them, help a Celiac sistah out! I was willing to pay an exorbitant $4 for a single hotdog minus the bun. I just needed a little information.
P.S. Don't tell my mom I ate a hot dog and crackerjacks for dinner.
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I had a similar experience at a little beach snack counter... but they even did me one better. They put the dog on a romaine lettuce leaf so I could have it with grilled onions and sauerkraut. I almost cried from joy!!
You know...I am always overwhelmed with gratefulness whenever someone goes out of their way to accomodate my restrictions. I am not trying to be a pain and when someone emphasizes that they think I'm a pain, it really hacks me off. I'm not the type to slink around the corner to ask for a manager. I am blunt and ask for one right then. So they feel uncomfortable? Tough (gluten-free!) cookies! We aren't talking about a food choice here. This is a health issue.
But I'm a little hard like that. LOL!
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