The Economy: Brown-Baggin’ It

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I’ve discovered recently that what I hate more than anything about the current economy is how it has forced me to re-live my elementary school days.  I’ve recently gone back in time, and started coming to work with my little brown lunch bag in hand.  It contains the standard poor person lunch of champions, which includes a ham sandwich with no cheese (cause cheese is too freakin’ expensive) as well as the Billy Madison endorsed Chocolate Pudding Snack Pack.  Of course, celebrity endorsement or not, it doesn’t change the fact that anything you can buy in bulk in a cardboard box (unrefrigerated, no less) can never be considered a gourmet dessert.   Now, every day when noon rolls around I look around furtively before stowing my brown bag under my hoodie and running with it, Mission Impossible-style, down the elevator and into my car, where I can hide my shame behind tinted windows, a book of poetry, and some form of emo tune-age.  After all, if I’ve gotta relive my brown bag days, I’m gonna look and act the part, damn it.  Now, does anybody wanna trade me a bag of cheetos for this snack pack?