Expensive bad food has been on my mind. It started at the movies. I Love You Phillip Morris to be exact. Great entertaining story. I ordered a kiddie coke & popcorn for the bargain of ten bucks. Damn, I could feed popcorn to all the movie patrons for ten dollars. It wouldn’t hurt your wallet if it were delicious, but it is never delicious, at best it’s acceptable.
Today on our journey home from New Orleans, I grabbed a cheese personal pizza from a kiosk to the tune of nine seventy. It was really kind of gross.
It doesn’t have to be this way. Somehow we must fight back. I’m thinking a bagged lunch from home. Nine seventy. Yuck.