For that price he could’ve had 54 Jamaican beef patties or 1/216 of a conference featuring Gray Davis, Grover Norquist, and a rabbi

It’s the eternal question . . . what do you want, if given these three options:

(a) 54 Jamaican beef patties

(b) 1/216 of a conference featuring a collection of washed-up business executives, academics, politicians, and hangers-on

(c) A soggy burger, sad-looking fries, and a quart of airport whisky.

The ideal would be to put it all together: 54 Jamaican beef patties at the airport, waiting to your flight to the conference to meet Grover Norquist’s rabbi. Who probably has a lot to say about the ills of modern consumerism.

I’d pay extra for airport celery if that’s what it took, but there is no airport celery so I bring it from home.

P.S. The above story is funny. Here’s some stuff that makes me mad.