Gavage
There's a deli a short walk from my house that I visit every so often when I'm hungry. I go there to grab a quick dinner or something to snack on.
So this really cute brunette works there and I walk in and survey the sandwiches and grab an egg salad.
I stroll past the front counter and peer through steamed up glass to see empty metal trays. She must be closing, it's almost 6.
"We don't have anything", she says and then frowns like a cartoon character.
I smirk and tell her I noticed.
She informs me there's some lamb stew that she just put in one of the coolers. She directs me to the proper one and I grab a plastic box of it.
"Some people act weird about lamb...I wasn't sure if you'd want one." she tells me.
and she lets me know, they act weird because it's...lamb.
Fair enough. Pausing first, but not long, I let her know it doesn't really bother me. I feel sort of bad saying I don't mind, but really, I don't. Call me horrible.
Does it bother her? I ask while I'm swiping my debit card.
"Yeah, I love animals...."
I look around at all the meat. Sliced and diced everywhere. I laugh and ask why she's even working here and she informs me she just really needed a job and she lives across the street. She points out the window.
While waiting for my debit to go through I figure this is a good time to chit chat and I tell her that I have a few friends that are vegetarian for the same reason. I find myself telling her about a protest that took place downtown at a local restaurant due to the the Foie gras it served.
What's Foie gras she asks.
"Oh it's when people force feed the hell out of a duck or whatever until its liver is painfully bloated.", I gesture with my hands like I'm inflating a balloon.
"Then they kill it", I gesture like I'm chopping the head off a chicken.
"Cook it up", now I'm flipping an imaginary frying pan...
"Then eat it", thankfully I don't gesture that part.
She covered her mouth, her big brown eyes widened and watered.
"Yeah it really sucks for the bird, like A LOT...", god why am I still talking?
At this point some crazy 4-ft tall lady with frizzy gray hair comes walking in and is butting past me in line since my debit charge has gone through. I step out of the way.
"Uh anyways! I'll...uh, talk to you later and stuff...SEE YA!" as I take my cooked lamb and back out of the store and out the door.
Of all the fucking whack things I could talk about to a cute vegetarian working in a goddamn deli.
So this really cute brunette works there and I walk in and survey the sandwiches and grab an egg salad.
I stroll past the front counter and peer through steamed up glass to see empty metal trays. She must be closing, it's almost 6.
"We don't have anything", she says and then frowns like a cartoon character.
I smirk and tell her I noticed.
She informs me there's some lamb stew that she just put in one of the coolers. She directs me to the proper one and I grab a plastic box of it.
"Some people act weird about lamb...I wasn't sure if you'd want one." she tells me.
and she lets me know, they act weird because it's...lamb.
Fair enough. Pausing first, but not long, I let her know it doesn't really bother me. I feel sort of bad saying I don't mind, but really, I don't. Call me horrible.
Does it bother her? I ask while I'm swiping my debit card.
"Yeah, I love animals...."
I look around at all the meat. Sliced and diced everywhere. I laugh and ask why she's even working here and she informs me she just really needed a job and she lives across the street. She points out the window.
While waiting for my debit to go through I figure this is a good time to chit chat and I tell her that I have a few friends that are vegetarian for the same reason. I find myself telling her about a protest that took place downtown at a local restaurant due to the the Foie gras it served.
What's Foie gras she asks.
"Oh it's when people force feed the hell out of a duck or whatever until its liver is painfully bloated.", I gesture with my hands like I'm inflating a balloon.
"Then they kill it", I gesture like I'm chopping the head off a chicken.
"Cook it up", now I'm flipping an imaginary frying pan...
"Then eat it", thankfully I don't gesture that part.
She covered her mouth, her big brown eyes widened and watered.
"Yeah it really sucks for the bird, like A LOT...", god why am I still talking?
At this point some crazy 4-ft tall lady with frizzy gray hair comes walking in and is butting past me in line since my debit charge has gone through. I step out of the way.
"Uh anyways! I'll...uh, talk to you later and stuff...SEE YA!" as I take my cooked lamb and back out of the store and out the door.
Of all the fucking whack things I could talk about to a cute vegetarian working in a goddamn deli.