Burritos As Luxury Items
The ultimate status symbol features guacamole as a hood ornament. Burrito spending is the benchmark by which our economy is judged this week. We share common ground as debates about prices rage on. The benefits of welcoming other cultures are delicious. Meanwhile, we should stop importing exorbitant meddling.
It’s a sad fact that nobody can afford to eat. Even worse, you may get hungry today. The only pricier thing is having someone make lunch for you. Chicken fingers cost as much as a mortgage payment, which explains why nobody buys houses anymore.
Ceaseless arguments about how much it costs to stuff floppy flatbread are social media’s truest purpose. There are no rules, yet some still cheat. Stretching with communist ingredients like beans shouldn’t be illegal, but it should be shamed. The preposterous cost of regular supper drop-off and the do-it-yourself kit can both be true. There’s a fine line between noting whippersnappers could live in residences they own with what they spend on dinner delivery and pretending that tainting ground beef with Ivan’s favorite filler means a supermarket trip will be reasonable.
Renowned taco bowl enthusiast Donald Trump’s dedication to raising prices isn’t quite helping. The erstwhile steak salesman may as well be charging a premium for everything you want to eat like he did when he slapped his name on inferior meat. His dedication to the corporate tycoon tyrant character makes it seem like the rich are callous in case he was worried about not leaving a legacy.
The incumbent’s refusal to confront insane federal spending has made everyone pay more. I knew there was a catch. A lack of business sense is the best case, as otherwise Trump is doing dumb things on purpose to cause harm. Don’t blame diabolical intentions for what’s ineptness lamely cloaked with bravado. The worst part is Trump’s clumsy interdictions get blamed on small government. He’s the only Republican who isn’t a RINO, according to him.
Everything is market price now. Seafood doesn’t feel ostracized anymore. Determining why restaurant prices suddenly spiked is a mystery that can’t be solved on an empty stomach. Making every bit of cuisine feel like a splurge undoubtedly has nothing to do with increased costs placed on them by politicians who couldn’t feed themselves.
Consistency can get depressing. The same people who curse purportedly greedy sandwich makers are baffled why health care got costly as soon as government promised to make it free. And tuition became unreasonable once politicians started subsidizing it. Maybe cheesecake will burn calories with an executive order.
Modern advanced folks feel that acquiring a dwelling is so impossible that they may as well splurge on dinner dropped on doorsteps. Living in the moment is great as long as there’s no future. But our experience indicates that there will almost assuredly be a tomorrow.
Noticing patterns helps avoid making mistakes. Or keep trying the same things that failed if you think you’ll wear down resistance. Math and the economy are renowned for their flexibility on portion size.
Every attempt by a politician to lower prices increases them. Prices rise because of leftism. The solution is, um, even further leftism. I think some people’s blood sugar might be low. Aspiring eaters think they’ve been betrayed by cruel corporations when their heroes prematurely cleared plates.
In fairness, claiming businesses unilaterally hiked prices with no consequences is no dumber than anything else today’s coddled socialists believe. Thinking a restaurant or any other establishment can somehow consistently rip you off amounts to admitting how bad they are at negotiating.
There’s good news if this is one of those days where you’ll feel peckish. A different restaurant can offer you better quality if the first one you stroll past seems priced for tourists. Each seller needs to maximize quality while minimizing prices unless they don’t want customers. A lack of a waiting list can offer a downside.
The ability for flexibility disappears when government removes options. But I’m sure every item on your wish list will finally be obtainable when we’re finally protected from the horrific scourge of competition.
Politicians who made your life prohibitively expensive fume about the restaurants that mug you. Pretending we have a free market in anything is like counting fries as a salad. Poor proprietors are apologetic about menus printed between servings to reflect skyrocketing costs. Those trying to keep businesses open blamed for the inability to consume sufficient energy.
The lack of dining options is big government on display. It’s tough to see what’s missing. But there’s ample space for it in sparse carts and delivery orders. Jacking up the wage floor was supposed to make everyone rich except for how food got pricey for some mysterious reason. And tariffs that tax nothing except for everything for sale make every provisions stockpiling a ripoff. But the next round of meal planning will totally make your list feasible.
Serve burritos on avocado toast. We will wonder what the debate was when the posts about the Mexican favorite show up in memories one year from now. But using food wrapped in a tortilla as a currency measure is timeless. Maybe someday we’ll scrape together enough to possess one.
