“How much am I over?” “Forty cents.” I quickly ran to my lunch table to try and pretend like nothing happened. I didn’t want to ask the people in the office for money. By the time I got to the office and back, I wouldn’t have time to eat my lunch-- not to mention the mortification that comes with having to ask for spare change. I also didn’t want to ask my friends. I knew they would not think less of me, but I was ashamed of not having enough cash to cover my bill. Despite my efforts, my friends know me well enough to figure out when something is wrong. They wasted no time getting me to spill my guts, and throwing me a dollar or two so I could eat. That was my first experience with lunch
“How much am I over?” “Forty cents.” I quickly ran to my lunch table to try and pretend like nothing happened. I didn’t want to ask the people in the office for money. By the time I got to the office and back, I wouldn’t have time to eat my lunch-- not to mention the mortification that comes with having to ask for spare change. I also didn’t want to ask my friends. I knew they would not think less of me, but I was ashamed of not having enough cash to cover my bill. Despite my efforts, my friends know me well enough to figure out when something is wrong. They wasted no time getting me to spill my guts, and throwing me a dollar or two so I could eat. That was my first experience with lunch