I am a Vegetarian
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the rain forests to make more cows to eat?
"You understand!" I said joyously.
"Sure," Neil said. "You're Jewish."
My world stopped.
He said something then but I wasn't listening anymore. My ears were buzzing. Slowly I put together the pieces. I'd told him I was Jewish and I'd refused to serve pork. Oh my. He thought I refused to serve ham hocks because I was Jewish!
And there I was presented
with a choice. I could clarify to him that, indeed,
Jews are perfectly capable of serving pork, and I walked out because I had
suddenly decided I was a rebellious vegetarian. Or I could just shut up and get
my job back.
I reported for work bright and early the next day. After all, a guy's gotta' eat. At least he never made me serve pork again.