re: #332 wrenchwench

I lived a block away from elementary school, and went home for lunch. Until one day, I went home at first recess, thinking it was lunch already. Mom was surprised, but figured she lost track of time. Until the school called when I didn’t come back from recess. It was the most embarrassing thing ever (up to that point), going back to that classroom. I started carrying lunch soon after.

When I was living with my mother (in a room behind a Chinese laundry) the nuns gave her shit for sending me to school with ketchup sandwiches and Army surplus clothes. She fixed it by dropping me on their doorstep to raise. (Different, cooler, nuns for accuracy.)