A local man leaves his supervisor job at a local food factory every day at noon to eat lunch overlooking the site of a long lost junior high romance.
“She was my first love,” he explained. “How can I ever let that go?”
The windswept beach is even more misty and romantic in his mind than it is today. “It was different then. We’d walk this beach for hours without seeing a soul. Now you have vagrants out here all day and night. Don’t these people have jobs?”
He crumpled the wax paper he had wrapped his sandwich in and threw it into the Scooby-Doo Lunch Box she gave him for his birthday. It has a little rust on it now, but it still works.