Urban Kvetch: The Vegetarian Option

The Vegetarian Option
Mr. Parmesan Chicken sitting next to me is served a brownie for dessert and all I get is a piece of cantaloupe and half a grape? I paid the same price for my airplane ticket and yet the serving size of my vegetarian meal suggests that I am anorexic. They actually compensate by serving the vegetarian meal before everyone else is served, which only means that I’m trapped waiting for my carnivorous neighbor to finish his chocolatey dessert before I can get to the toilet.

What do you think?

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One Response

  1. Oren Nimelman

    Hey, you could have ordered the chicken parm.

    You’d be less gassy after, too, mitigating the bathroom problem.

    See? Sanctimony gone, solution gained!


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