My parents have refused to purchase critical items including but not limited to Johnnie Walker Black Label and Goldschlager. They tell me groceries take priority and that’s just how it is.
I get the solid-foods thing; I understand that people and especially kids need to eat meals, and that it’s important not to squander our resources. I do actually like the kids, even though they get a little nutty sometimes when it comes to yours truly.
So yes, we should feed them, which means allocating funds for Rice Krispies and apple sauce instead of my booze wish list.
But sometimes my parents waste money.
For instance, they paid the school $10 for something called Hot Lunch and then forgot about it.
According to the school, Hot Lunch means a pizza day for the kids, so they don’t have to bring a sandwich. The school collects the money about two weeks before the lunch, at which time parents check off their preferences as to pizza topping and milk versus juice to accompany it.
Urban slang defines Hot Lunch a little differently—something the grade one teacher may be aware of, given that she rephrased it in the classroom calendar as “Fun Lunch.”
Either way, it slipped my mum’s mind and she packed a sandwich anyway—a waste of resources and (I humbly point out) a small but direct hit on the Goldschlager fund.
I expect my parents to forget stuff. But I wondered how they could forget the school’s exuberant urging to enjoy Hot Lunch.
I asked my mum if she was concerned about the school providing Hot Lunch for minors and making parents pay for the experience.
She smacked her own forehead, realizing she’d forgotten all about it and exerted herself unnecessarily to construct a ketchup-and-cheese sub. This mattered to my mum, who tends to economize with her parenting efforts.
“Is it the Hot Lunch aspect of it?” I asked.
“Fun Lunch,” she said.
“Because I think I’d decline an offer of Hot Lunch myself.”
“Oh, would you?”
“I would.” I was being very sincere.
So I guess it looks like another dry day here at LBHQ.