The Lunchbox Archives

It started with one sentence: “Whose box is that?” Then came collective amnesia, a core Cheapass value. Ria looked hurt, since nobody ever asks who the chicken belongs to. Harold grabbed his return stamp, ready for repatriation. Joke rolled in with her cleaning cart, thriving. The lid opened. Inside: a sandwich that no longer qualified as food, more like an archaeological artifact. Everyone stepped back in perfect unison. This is the exact moment these sunglasses shine: your eyes stay cool, your reputation stays untraceable.