G.I. Joe, Hulk Hogan, Ghostbusters… whatever the theme, the front sticker was always something cool that you could stare at during the entire lunch period.
The thermos had a cap that could be used as a cup, and featured a built-in plastic staw. You could have only put water in that thing, but for some reason it never failed in damaging a whole generation’s taste buds with its consistent mildewy taste.
Can’t you just smell that nasty straw right now?
This is a picture of the actual lunchbox that I had in Kindergarten. Here’s a recap of my first lunches at school:
Day 1: Mom packs me a California roll. Kids gather around to see what I’m eating, then flee in disgust. I go home and complain. My mom vows to pack something more ‘de-ri-shush’ for tomorrow.
Day 2: Mom wakes up earlier, cooks up some Korean BBQ and quickly packs it in Tupperware. Four hours later, a crowd surrounds me as I open the lid, releasing a mushroom cloud stench of cold, wet Korean BBQ forcing them to make gas masks with their hands. I go home dejected. I demand peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, no crust. Always.
Oh…to be the only Asian kid in class… just precious.
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