I forgot to put this in my Friday update. Had a lunch meating today (Note: Meating was spelled intentionally with “MEAT” instead of meet”). The reason it was a MEATing was due to the location. “Montanas” is a restaurant that I go to with cubicle neighbour from work on a regular basis due to the abundance of meat on the menu. Although it is not on my list of recommended eating establishments, it does carry a mean plate of rib-tips.

An interesting thing happened at the front desk when paying. After a discussion about whether chicken is actually meat or vegetable, one of the people charged with bringing an abundance of dead cow / pig / meat to our table informed us that she was a vegetarian. I just can’t figure out how someone who can’t eat meat because they can’t handle eating a dead animal can deliver it to a table of carnivorous humans who like nothing more than getting BBQ sauce and meat all over their faces and hands on the way to their mouth.

We were both in shock just thinking about this that my buddy forgot to sign his visa record and the vegetarian had to run out to the parking lot to catch us.