A friend of mine owned a gasthaus. One day, he asked me if I could do him a favor."Joe, you know how much I like a good steak. But, Gott, oh Gott, it's to expensive here, for sure. The Commissary has very good prices. If I give you some money, can you buy for me some T-bone and other steaks?" I told him "no problem." He pulled out a wad of twenties (400 bucks, to be exact), and said, "Great! Buy what you can with this." My friend Jim and I went to the commissary the next day. If you remember the price of meats there back in the early '80s, it was dirt cheap. We cleared out all of the steaks from the shelves, which grossly overfilled five shopping carts. The cashier gave Jim and me a really suspicious look when we were at the register. "Uh, we're having a company cookout." "Yeah, sure you are." My friend didn't sell any of the steaks at the gasthaus. He threw a huge barbeque/beer bash at his place and gave the steaks and brews away for free.