During college I worked for a bit doing room service at night (sweet gig). One of the things I would do to entertain myself was play a game called, “world’s most expensive breakfast sandwich.”

I would go into the closed kitchen, take out all of the most expensive meats, caviar, and cheeses and make a sandwich as tall as I could while still being able to fit it in my mouth.

The sous chief caught me one day; and I though I was gonna get fired, but he just spit the sandwich with me. Good times.