it’s like one time i got the last strawberry milk in elementary school (i don’t know why, i liked chocolate or normal milk) and then a minute later on in the line a kid started sobbing and asked “does anyone have a strawberry milk? please?”

it was kind of a scene and i just took my tray and walked to a table where my friends. thinking back on this, i wish i wasn’t too shy to trade milk with that kid

like, did that kid have so much going on that strawberry milk was the last straw? if so that’s sad

or maybe the most important thing to that kid was strawberry milk? like it’s enough to break the sob threshhold? that’s sad too