A salad.
Was waiting for my flight out of LAX, so I grabbed a salad from the closest spot. $20, but whatever. Open it up and the ham smelled sour and all the iceberg lettuce was slimy.
I’ve never asked for a refund on a salad before, but for 20-fucking-dollars it should have been chopped up and prepped that very day. Yuck.
I’ll keep myself in a low key part time job. I’ve read studies that retirees die sooner if they don’t feel like they have a purpose.