Saturday, September 19, 2009
Fine, the woman standing next to the pig gave it to me. "Vegetarian sandwich?" she asked. And even though I'd just finished telling my friend Isaac how much I dislike PETA & its guerilla vegetarianism tactics, I smiled & took the sandwich anyway, like a sucker.
It was made of white bread, lettuce & some sort of slimy, light brown lunch meat that resembled already-ingested Arby's roast beef. "What kind of meat do you think this is?" I wondered aloud, inspecting the meal with disdain.
"It's not," Isaac answered. "It's a vegetarian sandwich."
(Just because I live in a city full of smart folks doesn't mean I always make the intellectual cut.)
By Suburban Sweetheart at 8:24 PM