A couple of nights ago I had a dream. I think you'll be able to interpret the meaning.

My friend Curtis coooked a couple of steaks. Delicious steak. Juicy, lean, but with just enough fat. It had that delicious, rich, meaty taste that makes your mouth water just to think about it. Cooked just right, and seasoned just slightly. It was good, as expected from a guy like Curtis.

So we sat and ate and drank wine or whisky and chatted. And when we finished eating, Curtis said,
"By the way, I paid $900 apiece for those steaks."

I responded, "Why didn't you tell me before we ate? I would've eaten it slower and savored it more."

We should all slow down and pay more attention. Because you really have no idea.