Don’t Mess With The Secretary With An A-Team Lunch Box
posted in Children, Food & Drink, School |I wish I still had the A-team lunch box that I had in elementary school. I think that at the beginning it was my brother’s, but I snatched it up the first second that I could. It was so cool. The pictures of the show’s characters made me feel safe when I was just a little kid in elementary school. If I could walk into my office every day with that box, they would all be good days. Who would mess with a secretary with an A-Team lunch box? No one? Yeah. I didn’t think so, buddy. It is funny how something like that can instill confidence and emotional well being into a person.
Am I just like all the cattle at Wal-Mart every weekend? Am I still searching for a piece of plastic to make me happy? Is my lunch box simply an alternative to the magnanimous credit card or the ever popular breast implant? I would like to think that this sudden realization of an inflated relationship with my plastic lunch box goes deeper than the psychology at play with the other plastic items that I have mentioned.
Am I being too Freudian here? Is it simply a lunch box or is there more? I have not seen someone carry a lunch box since I was a young kid. Every kid at school had one. When did we give them up? Why? Did we, could we have grown up too much to appreciate them? Where are they now? Are they forgotten and in a trash heap outside of town? Were they melted years ago and turned into some piece of junk hanging off the hooks at Wal-Mart? Will I be one of the lucky ones whose mother just put their lunch box away in some cupboard or cardboard box to be found one day?
This lament over a lunch box may seem strange. Others, I hope, will understand and identify with me. I am at the age where I still feel very much like a big kid, but the world around me requires me to be more grown up every day. Perhaps I am just lost in a moment with my childhood lunch box and I want to stay there. That world was easier, simpler. I think I would trade in my house, my car, all the bills and headaches, just to go back to an unopened lunch box that contained all the promise of tomorrow.
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