I pack sensible school lunches. Here are some carrots, child — at least look at them before you throw them out. Here are some raisins. If you trade them for Cheez-Its, I will know. Here is a sandwich with the crusts removed, because we all know crusts violate the Lunch Crime Conventions of Vienna. Here is the flavored-water portion with lots of vitamin C, so you won't get scurvy on the long bus rides. Here's the bag with the top nearly crimped. I would iron it and seal it with staples but we're rushed this morning. Have a great day.
Half an hour later you see the bag on the kitchen table. All that work for naught. Well, she'll learn her lesson. She'll have to eat … school food. This was regarded as punishment enough, since the menu items seemed to be things like "breaded glue" and "fish, technically" and "vegetable mush in water sauce."
In case she had to resort to institutional offerings, we put a few bucks in an account at the school. Good thing it was current, because as we've learned from recent reports, kids who try to take school food without sufficient funds in the account get just what's coming to the little leeches. Low-income students who can't fork over 40 cents — less than a postage stamp — often have the meal taken out of their hands and thrown away. Some school districts stamp their hands with the word "LUNCH" or "MONEY."
Just in case the kids didn't realize they were poor.
Not that they go hungry: Bread and butter or cold cheese sandwiches are offered. Sounds pretty good, unless it's that bread that tastes like bleached newspaper with neutral-flavored cheese-hued vinyl. Still. You're surprised someone doesn't rupture a grape over a quart of water and call it juice.
But hey! A little shame builds character, right? In my junior high they served caramel rolls the size of throw pillows, and I ended up shopping for slacks at the husky lads section of Penneys. It was humiliating to be pudgy, and I was glad when I got to high school, discovered the food was completely inedible and lost a lot of weight. But it would have done me good if they'd stamped "FATSO" on my hand every time I bought a caramel roll.
So let's think if there's some way we can stigmatize poor kids even more.
• A flashing red light and siren goes off when a poor kid attempts to get a meal.