Excerpt from ‘Fresh Meat in a Pool of Piranhas’
The bell rang and we all stepped into the hallway. The milk man had arrived. He set down the crate which was filled with tiny cartons of milk. You had your choice of chocolate or white. The chocolate milk was like fresh meat in a pool of piranhas. One kid almost had his arm taken off. Thankfully, my best friend grabbed two chocolates and handed me one. We sipped our milk through small straws while the feeding frenzy continued.