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.