I went to the corner store last night, which used to be
called Papa’s, but was recently renamed, to grab a sandwich.
I ordered my usual - lettuce, cheese, tomato on a roll, and normal condiments - when a girl behind me spoke up, “You're a vegetarian?”
“Yeah,” I lazily shot back.
“Hmm. Gotta try that some time.”
I didn’t want to preach, but I did say, “You should.” Then, I suddenly felt as if it was okay to share with her a little part of me, and go into my usual quasi-spiritual bullcrap about not eating animals, but she jetted in, “A sandwich with no meat, but all that other stuff? I mean, I know what cheese and bread taste like, but lettuce and tomato?”
I ordered my usual - lettuce, cheese, tomato on a roll, and normal condiments - when a girl behind me spoke up, “You're a vegetarian?”
“Yeah,” I lazily shot back.
“Hmm. Gotta try that some time.”
I didn’t want to preach, but I did say, “You should.” Then, I suddenly felt as if it was okay to share with her a little part of me, and go into my usual quasi-spiritual bullcrap about not eating animals, but she jetted in, “A sandwich with no meat, but all that other stuff? I mean, I know what cheese and bread taste like, but lettuce and tomato?”
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