Sum of the moron tax: Two hours of my life wasted, $7.89 for the sandwich (plus chips and drink), and total loss of dignity. Of course, after already having dated this man for some time, I didn't have much dignity left to lose.
*If you're wondering what is so offensive about a cold-cut trio, I have no idea. It has always looked edible to me.
** Take a look at Angela's comment to my last entry (Moron Tax in the Making). She submits a great moron tax story about how her alcoholic then-boyfriend drove her to such frustration that she tried to punch her hand through a wall.