Reading this kinda made me want to cry. I know that feeling so bad, Borg. It's a shitty meal and a shitty brownie, but when the only joy in even a shitty meal dies on the floor it's like the world just took one last petty swipe at your dignity.
Those were lean years to be sure. I've certainly eaten worse in the name of hunger, but when you find yourself at night behind a shitty chain store digging through their garbage because you can't face going home and have nothing else it just... yeah. I think I did cry in that parking lot as I ate a stale everything bagel. Just felt really shitty right then.
But, as MazeHaze said, they do tend to dump perfectly edible goods. It was just soul-crushing as a whole.
Twenties... the dumpster years. ;_;
Dude, I want to give you a hug so bad. I'm sorry you ever had to go through that
