Back before third grade, I went to school in an inner city elementary. While there, I met all kinds of unique kids from varied backgrounds.
One of the kids was named Stefan (spelled Stepegeneh, no joke, the teacher was dumbfounded). I'm too lazy to keep typing out his name so I'm going to just call him Stefan.
We were in the same class and were sort of friends, so we ate lunch at the same table every day. One day I noticed that Stefan never ever bought milk. One day I pointed this out.
Me: You never buy milk.
Stefan: Man, I don't gotta pay for no milk.
[Stefan reaches into his pocket and brings out a handful of little disposable creamers from a fast food restaurant]
Stefan: My mom and me get free milk. They just give this stuff out at restaurants.
Stefan proceeded to have about 8 creamers with his sandwich.
Fast forward a week, and my parents' friends are watching me for the we
