A generic adult female goes on a field trip and gives a very very short report on the outing.
I went to the apple orchard with my son’s first grade class. We picked apples, saw some machinery, and tried to avoid getting stung by hordes of crazed bees (maybe not hordes, but one can sure seem like hordes when you are trying to have a nice bee-free morning with a bunch of scaredy-cat 6- and 7-year-olds) while eating apple-cinnamon doughnuts and drinking cider.
On the long bus ride back to school, I had the bad luck of sitting next to the only wacko parent in the whole bunch. She said this to me: "So I bought the package of Oreos for $2 and I took it home and set it on the counter and realized that they were NOT worth the sweat equity I put into the money I used to buy them. And besides, Oreos are so far removed from real food. There is nothing in them that is actual nutrition."
I wanted to tell her to Double-Stuff herself. O, Beloved black-and-white sandwich cookie, she hath befouled thy chocolatey name! Come to me and I will ease your pain!