Whenever someone is complaining about how hard their life is, I like to bring up starving Ethiopian children as a sort of shorthand that it could, in fact, get worse. I have always sort of assumed that the human condition doesn't sink too much lower than that, however, only to find out this morning that I was wildly incorrect in that assumption.
There are people who have never had breakfast tacos, and to whom the idea of Mexican food in the morning is wholly alien.
There is one fantastically lazy person in our class; one person who successfully breaks through my meditative practices to make me fantasize about his gruesome and painful death. I hope he never enjoys a breakfast taco.