Dreams.

Today I dreamt that I bought a new burger at McDonald's for 5,000 rubles – I made a mistake and pressed the wrong button when ordering through the terminal. When it was ready, and I realized this, I thought, "Oh well, never mind, I can afford it, I won't cancel it." And when I went to pick it up, an alternatively styled woman sitting at a table nearby played out a typical scene from any American comedy movie – she loudly exclaimed something like, "Wow, wow, is that the famous %burgername% from the ad for five thousand? Are you serious? Oh my! Wow! Let's see, let's see what it is," and thereby drew the attention of the entire restaurant to me. In complete silence, I took the burger from the counter and had to try it right there, under the gaze of dozens of people holding their breath – I took a couple of bites, gave an unenthusiastic nod, and gave the public my verdict: "It's not bad." But in reality, it was bland and uninteresting, less than the Big Tasty that I originally wanted, and without its delicious sauce. It was a huge disappointment. After that, I returned to my table, finished the burger, and thought about exposing the truth to the restaurant's visitors, telling them never to buy this crap. And just as I was about to do it, I saw that the pack of fries I had also ordered in advance and left on the table to pick up with the burger had already been eaten by someone while I was at the counter.
I sighed heavily and left the establishment.