And how they used to be made from real, honest-to-goodness cardboard that some little sweatshop employee had been forced to fold by Kathy Lee Gifford, not the freaking 20%-recycled-content bags that the deprived children of today must settle for?!?!?! Yeah, I used to love those. I kept whole collections of Happy Meal toys in 'em.
Speaking of Happy Meal toys, aside from storing them in the handy trapezoid-squared boxes, I liked to A: sell them to my sister (who already had one of her own) or B: give them to my Mom in her Christmas stockings. I was A: an entreprenuer and B: resourceful as hell and really really thoughtful.
And now you know that.
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