I don’t know if it’s a local, state or federal tax, but when I go into a restaurant that provides both eat-in and take-out services, I always order take-out, regardless of whether I plan to sit at one of their tables or hit the road. Why? Because the government imposes a tax on food that’s eaten on the premises. I don’t know why. But there you have it; that’s what the government does. It’s common nowadays to sit at a restaurant and see people hunched over their foam containers at one table, while the unwary, paying a significant premium, sit at the next table eating off a plate.
What’s doubly funny about this stupid system is the fact that it ought to enrage the greenies. You see, it creates vastly greater amounts of trash. My plate doesn’t get rinsed and reused. Instead, it goes straight into the garbage, expanding landfill use and requiring the constant creation of new disposable cups and plates.
My weekend, much of which was spent in San Francisco, has me thinking more than ever about government interference in day to day life, and all the costs, both obvious and hidden. I’ve got a post slowly growing in my mind, but I don’t know how much I’ll be able to do with it. I know I’m going to borrow heavily from the comments many of you left in my earlier post about the insanity that is San Francisco.