There's this steakhouse.
If you walk in wearing a tie, they'll cut it off.
It's their thing. Their reason d'etre.
Vegetarians don't last long here. They have to account for the cognitive dissonance that occurs when they're forced to realize that every 'vegetable' in this state was once a part of a living breathing cow. It must be difficult.
Meanwhile, I was somewhere between the railyard and the stockyard when I remembered that I had not eaten anything green in a week.
"Scurvy isn't a disease, it's a reaction" he says to himself.
The waitress just stands there, twirling her hair.
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