Oh I have this one nailed. When I was an impressionable DORK in middle school I had one of these moments. Well, more than one..

But this one sticks out in my head. I had a crush on a guy named *Sven and we were at lunch one day when we met at the trash receptacles...

I toss the trash out of my tray and put it on the conveyor belt to go to lunch lady wash land. I am smiling trying to look cute with my perm and denim layered skirt when all of a sudden a portly lunch lady emerged.

She said "You dropped a fork in the trash." I said, No I didn't, it went with my tray. She said "YOU DID, now go FETCH it."

Sorry?

"Fetch it"

Mk. Yeah, so I started to weed through the large 4 foot garbage can in front of me. This entire time Sven was doing his best not to laugh. His laughter couldn't be contained when I was bent in half legs off the ground waist deep in Salisbury steak. She kept SCREAMING "Dig MOAR!"
I emerge, stinky and sticky with gravy and sour milk and she says "Oh well maybe it was just a nickle."

YOU FAT CUNT!

So yeah, he kept slipping me nickle's and giggling at me for the next three 9 week periods...

I did manage to redeem myself the next year when I grew boobs. Well it may not be redemption, but Sven never passed me another nickle...

*The names have been changed so the person this is about won't call me out on FB, Twitter, or MS. :-)