This week I was reminded of the following event. During some of our grade school years we brown-bagged our lunch daily. I remember one day getting what I thought was MY brown bag from where the class kept their lunches. I opened it up and it was like, OMIGOD, a meatloaf sandwich! Yeah Mom!!! Just then another boy at our table opened what he thought was HIS brown bag lunch and, almost in tears, shouted "A Cheese Whiz sandwich? What the hell's wrong with her?" I didn't say a word and enjoyed eating his lunch.
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