The Homework That the Student Ate
Ah, the brown bag lunch! Brings back memories...
I think I was in 8th grade when I finally got my "revenge" on my friend Scott. I always brought two peanut butter and jelly sandwichs to school, and he'd been begging at least a half of one off me for years (he was a larger kid, and apparently his mom didn't pack his lunch large enough).
This was annoying, to say the least. So one day I convinced my mom that I really wanted something different: I wanted a couple of potted meat food product sandwichs. It's actually pretty good, but it looks, like, well, I'll get to that, and if you do decide to try it by no means should you read the ingredients.
So when lunch came and Scott begged for my "extra" sandwich, I gave it to him cheerfully. The whole thing, in fact. He whomped it right down, too, only stopping at the end to ask what it was.
"Ken-L Ration", I answered.
He barfed on the table. The school nurse sent him home, and the principal sent me to detention. His mom called my mom that night, and I was grounded for a week.
Scott and I remained good friends, but he never begged another sandwich off me again.
Along with ashtrays in the teachers lounge and dodge ball, the days of the homemade bag lunch seem to be numbered, as school cafeteria meals become more sophisticated and as pressure on working moms and dads cuts into precious morning hours.
(link) [New York Times]
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