Monday, November 18, 2019
PB&J as currency
I'm sure you have heard the news. The University of Alaska at Anchorage has decided students may pay unpaid parking tickets with peanut butter and jelly.
The university recognizes everyone from time to time finds themselves in a jam, parking where they shouldn't to preserve precious time. In such sticky situations, you had better make the bread to pay the fine. Ok... ok... I'll stop.
One of my favorite childhood stories comes from a friend whose brother committed the grievous sin of putting jelly on one slice of bread. Then, throwing caution and culinary regulation to the wind, he proceeded to smear peanut butter on top of the slice already containing jelly! My friend was traumatized by the whole event as he stood there gaping at an overloaded slice of whitebread next to an empty slice of the same bread.
Perhaps this is why afood.com actually has a recipe for PB&J!
I am unsure if the university is offering students sandwich making courses. It is, however, a good question. We can't assume.
The university accepts the 16oz jars in lieu of payment and then donate the donations to the local food pantry. Apparently, it has just come to light that college students spend their money on other things like tuition, books, beer, concerts, and beer. This leaves little room for ancillary items like food or gas money.
It has yet to be determined if Ramen Noodle lobbyist will become active in Anchorage in an attempt to protect their stockholder's investment in the college student niche. When I didn't call the CEO of Ramen, He had no comment.
But in all seriousness, kudos to UAA. I for one received several parking tickets over the course of my three degrees. I would have loved the opportunity to confess my parking error by helping out someone else in need. It would be my hope that such programs gain popularity.
The University has as of yet, failed to invent a parking meter that takes peanut butter directly. If they did, I would be so jelly.
In 1991 Dr. Lanza walked up beside me as I headed to lunch. He asked why I hadn't signed up for his creative writing class. I did, and his class changed my life. I then and there decided someday I wanted to write. Fast forward 25 years... After several careers I stepped into teaching so I could have time to write. Thus, here we are! Thanks Dr. Lanza!