Right now, in the next room along, the PNCA benefits meeting is going on. As someone who does not qualify for benefits, I resent the free pizza and soda pop being liberally enjoyed while discussing the health care options I don’t get. In the next room. Pizza smells, wafting.
I didn’t have breakfast.
So if I trip at work while on my way out to pay for my own lunch, I don’t get my broken leg covered.