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My bestest best lunch.....

My Best Lunch Ever

Have you ever noticed that when younger kids do “grown-up” things it makes them feel important? Give a five year old a ten dollar bill and they’ll be the coolest kid on the block. Elementary school kids think it’s the best thing in the world when the bus driver makes all the big kids sit in front and they get the back seats. I can’t tell you why this happens, but I can tell you that it happens to almost every kid at one time or another.

My best lunch revolves around this idea. I was in middle school, and my mom was taking me into town to go shopping, or for a doctor’s appointment, or something. It doesn’t really matter why we were in town. The important thing was that I was being “grown-up.” My mother, the woman who rarely let me out of her sight, was going to let me eat lunch, alone, with my best friend Jessica. Ah….no parents. This meant that I didn’t have someone looking over my shoulder, making sure I was minding my manners and being polite. Of course, being the well behaved child that I was, I was polite and did mind my manners. That’s not the point. The point is that I didn’t HAVE to. I was officially a “grown-up” for an hour.

Jessica and I decided to go to the Rhinelander Pub and Café, the ritziest place we could think of to eat a grilled cheese sandwich. We each had ten dollars, so we couldn’t afford much more than a grilled cheese. But we could ask for no crust on the sandwich, water and refills on our soda. We felt so important because we could boss the waitress around and she had to do what we asked her to.

Looking back, we were just two obnoxious kids trying to be cool. That poor waitress probably wanted to throw us out after about two minutes, but at least we left a big tip. It’s times like those that I miss, now that I really am grown-up. Maybe we should start a national “Adults Become Kids” day, where we can all run around without a care in the world and eat our grilled cheese sandwiches without the crust. Ok, well, I can dream can’t I?

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