sex on the beach--the peach schnapps version
The KFC fooled me as the marquee read that a 2 piece dark chicken meal costs only $4.99. Only wanting to get home, I sped across two lanes at the last possible moment to get into that higher-than-road-level parking lot, where there was plenty of spaces available. Hmm, I wondered why.
After trying to overcharge me at first, the typical, "kids-these-days" cashier finally clued in to what I wanted by pointing to the advertisement on the counter that I wasn't aware of before. Many minutes later that I really didn't have to spare, I finally got the order all neat and pretty on an orange, rectangular tray but without the shiny, non-biodegradable drinking cup. Before shouting my great, white-privileged appeasement, I glanced once more at the cardboard sign to discover that $4.99 did not include a drink.
I ate with pleasure anyway, thinking that I would hit up the convenience store next for a gulp of something that would costs less than theirs. And when I did, I chickened out (probably because I just ate the chicken) and bought a can even more shiny and expensive just because I have a credit card that lets me win that concession every time.
And since the chicken wasn't enough to eat, I wound up supplementing it with a few other things, bringing the ultimate total of my dinner to $13.86.
And I wasn't even hungry at the time anyway.