Originally posted by: Coov
The nasty smells that a sandwich, chips and an apple could create would never be reason enough to sink to the level of a brown paper sack. It is all about going back... not "art".

And eating that lunch in the Cafetorium, sitting at the big folding tables, with the lunch box sitting upright - door opened toward you, so no one could see inside. Oh yeah, and trying to come up with trades so you could get rid of the apple and get someone's chocolate milk instead.

Great idea and execution. Glad I could be of assistance. I got a kick out of bringing my lunchbox to work so I could scan it.