Barista: Yeah, I didn't like any of the candidates. But in the end I voted for the Republican side.
Me: Oh. Okay.
Barista: In the end, I decided I had to vote against the taxes.
Me: Taxes? Hm. Do you make more than $250,000 a year?
Barista: Well, no. But my dad does.
Me: I see.
Anyway, the conversation went on, culminating in my blinking, staring, dumb-struck at this statement: "Two hundred fifty thousand dollars just doesn't go as far as people think."