Yesterday I went to a nice bakery for breakfast and had some tasty eggs from a man named Benedict.
Upon leaving I saw a tasty biscuit that I just had to have. 3.50 pounds, so, a little on the pricey side.
Imagine my dismay when I go to take a bite of the biscuit outside and it breaks off in my hand and breaks on the sidewalk.
Determined to taste this wonderful biscuit, I go and purchase another for the same price.
Then it dawns on me that I've paid 7 pounds for biscuit, or rather $21 NZ dollars... Oh dear.
It wasn't even that great either.
And the lesson is, never convert currency. You will only get annoyed with yourself.
