I had a meeting in Honolulu and was hungry. I found myself in one of those Chinatown little shops.

I ordered a “chicken-rice” plate.

Out came a plate with white rice and half of a chicken that literally looked like a rubber chicken. The skin was an old yellow color that those who are familiar with chicken will understand what I’m talking about.

I took a bite and could not take a second. Those who know me know that I’m not a fussy eater at all. I pretty much eat anything. I love cafeteria food during my college years because I was happy I didn’t have to cook or wash dishes. So, this dish was really bad.

So, I quickly ordered another dish. This time, it was a noodle bowl.

I took the chicken dish home and threw it away.

Sometimes I think there is no need to make a fuss about everything. Everyone is trying to make a living. Food is not so important that it has to become a tit for tat.

When a waitress brings me a wrong dish. I’m ok with it too. Why create a fuss? There are more important things in life.