The day: warm and sunny, the venue: a cafe in the CBD, outdoor tables, shading trees.
We ordered and paid. Meals delivered, food of good standard. Mine, however, a trifle too spicy for my palate.
I went to the counter and asked for a slice of bread. This was provided. Cost, $4. By reflex I paid.
Back at the table, I surveyed this bland white slice of bread, cold, even slightly icy in the centre. I considered the price I had just paid. Back to the counter. I protested.