Once upon a time I went to a fancy restaurant, one where the chairs are made of wood, the tables are made of timber, and they shine with an immaculate finish of varnish.

We sat down and thought, “Gosh, this is incredibly posh.” And yet we were in t-shirts, shorts and thongs.

As a menu came our way we couldn’t help but notice two things, the toast was $7.15 and the menu was made of not-so-fancy paper.

We looked at the prices and took a sip of the thankfully free water. The waiter arrived and gave us more time to decide.

Which we used to decide, that we couldn’t afford a pie. And so we ran away from the host, the rather posh place that charged seven dollars for toast.