So picture middle class North America suburbia circa 1990. When you are a kid and lunch time finally arrives you open your lunch box and peer into it to see what your mother has packed you. (Well to be honest we did this at recess, but sometimes you hoped that your sandwich would have metamorphisized into a gigantic hamburger over social studies).
Thereafter all those who were dissatisfied with what they were given entered the lunch time barter system, which was sort of like wall street bond trading but with kids sporting only less facial hair and higher maturity levels.
