I was at JFK Airport yesterday. It was late in the afternoon and I had not eaten all day. I knew I was boarding a six-hour flight, and I needed some food before I did. So I stopped at one of the delis in the concourse.
I was surprised that my sandwich and water added up to $15, but I had no time to question it or argue. I was hungry.
Not until I got home and emptied my pockets did I find this receipt – and was astonished:
I ordered a turkey sandwich. She asked what I wanted on it. Mustard, lettuce, tomato? Yes. And some onion. She asked if I wanted cheese. Oh sure. Any peppers? Yeah, throw some on.
I expected to get a nice gourmet sandwich. I got something wrapped in cellophane that all fell apart as soon as I unwrapped it. I don’t remember tasting or seeing “sweet peppers.”
I paid 99 cents for the sweet peppers, 99 cents for swiss cheese, 40 cents for extra tomatoes, and – get this – 9 cents for onions. I could have done without all of these and never even noticed.