Response: A small, terrified fifth grade girl walks into the Principal’s office with her fickle, fair-weather friend by her side, palms sweating and hands shaking, cheeks flushed.
“Do you girls know why you’re here?”
“Is it about the petition?” the friend asks.
“Yes, it is. I hope you girls realize that it’s simply not possible to replace the styrofoam trays with plastic ones — we would need to buy dishwashers, or hire people to wash them!”