For Those Who Remember Their Salad Days

I have moved into an apartment in a relatively upscale part of London, sharing with two other people. They are both Chinese students who seem to come from very wealthy families as they don’t work, are always out shopping for luxury branded items, and order from [Food Delivery Service] for every… single… meal.

I don’t begrudge them this in any way but as someone who, while not poor, is on a budget and is working to get through university, it’s an interesting observation.

For the last two weeks, my flatmates have been ordering from either the same Chinese or Korean fried chicken place for nearly every meal. After some noticeable digestion issues and weight gain, they decide to order from a salad place.

The [Service] delivery guy is handing my flatmate their packed salads.

Delivery Guy: “I’m so proud of you! This is the healthiest thing you’ve ordered in weeks!”

After the door closes, my flatmates are looking at each other.

Flatmate: “Maaaaaybe we should start cooking at home more.”