injustice

So I'm at the Royals game, right? And it's college night. And so there is supposed to be $3.50 beers. So the guy is walking around, calling out, "BUD LIGHT! MILLER LITE!" ever so seductively. I beckon him up to the top section and see the button on his shirt says $7.25. and I'm all, "WHAT?!" Because what in GOD'S CREATION, would cause a cheaply-produced blend of barley, yeast and hopps, that probably cost mere CENTS to make, SEVEN DOLLARS AND 25 CENTS. This is an outrage. This is MILLER LITE we are talking about, people. So no, kind sir, I do not want that beer. I will instead go searching around the entire stadium for these supposed $3.5o beers, come to find out that they failed to mention the time constraint on these [still grossly overpriced] beers, and still end up buying a six-dollar Bud Light because here I am, in the middle of Kauffman stadium, left without a choice. It's one of those duties, like eating another slice of cake when you're already full, or buying that chair on the infomercials, that just makes you damn proud of being an American.