Last night I went to the concession stand in the bottom of the first. You can't actually get all of the things you might like in one place, with just one line, so I have to choose. I decide to go with the Saags.
15 minutes later (fifteen minutes!) I'm at the front of the line, order my sausages, and am told "we're out." Out? In the bottom of the second inning? Well, it's a big crowd tonight, I'mn told. Yeah, well, wasn't it likely to be a big crowd tonight? Well, there will be more if I can wait another 20 minutes.
So I order the horrible giant dog, or whatever it's called, and think about working my way over the line to the mustard. But with my full beer there's no way I'll make it through the mob. So I go back to my seat with my horrible dog and beer (total cost: $14.50).
There's a fine line between paying WAAAY too much for so-so food and simply getting screwed.