Heidi writes:

"I had a Chitty Chitty Bang Bang lunchbox. Unfortunately. It was my sister's selection and my parent's endorsement. My sister was a stuck up bossy brat growing up. My grandmother gave us two lunch boxes. One was CCBB and the other, Peanuts. I wanted the Peanuts one. My grandmother said I could have it. My nasty little sister threw one royal temper tantrum and refused to stop until she got the Peanuts lunch box. I'm talking screaming for three days straight.

"I was forced to take the CCBB lunch box. Can I possibly redescribe the horrid peer abuse I had to suffer because of it? One month, I saved up all my pocket money, just so I could buy a new lunch box. I went shopping with my mom. I found several nice ones, and asked her if I could buy one. She said no. After all, I already had a lunch box, according to her. I guess she didn't realize the terrible snubbings I got at school. My mother was rather clueless as to how unpopular I was at school. No, I didn't have a lunchbox. I had a screaming blue light geek marker.

"One day, the lunch box "accidentally" got ran over by my father's truck on his way to work. How on earth my ugly little lunch box got stuck under the wheels of his pickup at six in the morning is a complete mystery...

"I bought my lunch at school from then on. I never did get a lunchbox replacement. Ever. Years later, I realize I felt a lot like Lisa Simpson. Maybe I need some poetic justice in my life. Perhaps I'll go find the coolest lunch box I can, and buy it, just to satisfy my soul.

"A girl I admired had a plastic "Shirt Tales" lunch box. For three years, I watched her eat her lunch out of it. It was blue. It was quite different from the metal lunch boxes. Everyone thought it was neat. Especially me."

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