When my son told me we would have time to waste before going to Laser Tag, I suggested a trip to Coppolas.  Then I opened my checkbook and realized that though we could afford to eat out, our server could count on about fifty cents and we were definitely sharing a soda…all five of us.  I squashed the Coppola’s idea and headed to Wal-Mart for supplies.  Armed with four different kinds of lunch meat, two bags of chips, a jar of pickles, a head of iceberg and enough sub rolls to last the week I figured myself pretty clever.  For fewer than twenty bucks I could feed the boys and my family as long as they didn’t mind cold cuts for five days straight.
I laid out the cold cuts with change from my twenty still jingling in my pocket.  My smugness started to dissipate as I watched them piling on prosciutto.  I mean I know it’s thin but three pieces on one bun seems a bit excessive.  Surely you jest my sweet sixteen year olds.  And by the way those two bags of chips were NOT individual serving sizes.
Like a pack of wolves they came back for seconds.
“UHHM Mrs. Suder is there any more prosciutto?”
“Nope sorry,“ I say slipping it behind the snap peas.  They’ll never find it there.
“Pickles any more pickles?”
Pickles?  What pickles?  I didn’t see any pickles?
Like a swarm of locusts they came in and stripped me clean of my week of suppers.  Even my six year old ate a six incher.  I’m left with a half a head of iceberg, one hamburger bun and a few scraps of pickles I had the fore sight to hide. 
Half a lettuce sandwich anyone?
Better eat it quickly there’s a pack of hungry boys on the prowl.