I went to a Catholic grade school. My school had 80 kids in it (K-8). For lunch, we had the best cook, and she always had some great stuff whipped up.
Now, don't be alarmed, but I'm kind of a weird guy. I was weird then, too. I loved, and still love, vegetables. Every day at lunch, I would eat my vegetables. Other kids wouldn't, and they would offer them to me. I would eat theirs, too, because veggies are awesome (though I will NEVER be a vegetarian). They got a clean tray and could go back for seconds. I would fill up on veggies and miss my second piece of pizza.
Then it hit me! If I didn't eat their vegetables, they couldn't go back, and I could! So I stopped eating other people's vegetables and went back for more pizza. As I ate it in front of them, a smirk would form between bites. Smug.
The End
Now, don't be alarmed, but I'm kind of a weird guy. I was weird then, too. I loved, and still love, vegetables. Every day at lunch, I would eat my vegetables. Other kids wouldn't, and they would offer them to me. I would eat theirs, too, because veggies are awesome (though I will NEVER be a vegetarian). They got a clean tray and could go back for seconds. I would fill up on veggies and miss my second piece of pizza.
Then it hit me! If I didn't eat their vegetables, they couldn't go back, and I could! So I stopped eating other people's vegetables and went back for more pizza. As I ate it in front of them, a smirk would form between bites. Smug.
The End
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