After a meal that cost me the earth I am left with aromatic memories of dining with Gods. Steaks, Lobster, wine, cheese bread, soft drinks, cheesecakes, coffee and service beyond compare. I willingly lay down the small mortgage payment for this restaurant and wander back to our hotel content and blissful.
A week or so later I want to strangle the pimply youth posing as a manager of the local McGarbages prating innocently of protocols. I have only spent twenty dollars this time and I feel as though I have been blatantly ripped off. No gods are present here, no luxurious memories just a bag of waste and a grease stain on my shirt.