Imagine a new restaurant opens in your neighborhood.
Good food. Friendly service. But there’s a catch.
The prices don’t make a lick of sense. They’re all over the map—but they’re not printed on the menu. So until the check comes, you won’t have a clue how much you owe.
A salad might set you back fifteen bucks. Or five hundred.
An iced tea costs just a few of dollars. But they charge a fortune for every ice cube. And there’s a separate fee for using the glass.
A side of fries? Better talk to the kitchen first and have your order “preapproved.” Otherwise it’ll cost you triple.
With a business model this wacko, that place couldn’t stay open for a single lunch shift.
So why the hell is that how the entire U.S. healthcare system works?
I know I’ve spilled a lot of digital ink on the subject here in “Stop the Insanity.” Allow me to rant just a little more.
