The other day I somehow found myself in a conversation about what kind of animal meat people had eaten.  I hate this particular topic because there’s always at least one guy who is bizarrely gung-ho on ostrich or buffalo meat, and talks about it as though it’s some sort of incredible experience that they’ve discovered and that everyone else is missing out on – like it’s some sort of indie-rock band that they’re trying to get the word out on.

Person1:  “Do you eat buffalo meat?”

Person2:  “Not any more.  I liked buffalo’s early work before they went commercial.”

However, the oddest part of the conversation came later:  When asked about whether they had eaten the aforementioned exotic meats, several of the people in the group replied, “I don’t know.”  And, in retelling this story, several more people have given me the same response.  How could you possibly not know one way or the other?  What the hell?

Person:  “What are your specials today.”

Waiter:  “Meat.”

Person:  “What kind of meat?”

Waiter:  “None of your damn business.”

Person:  “Hmm… interesting...  I’ll take it.”

Get with it, people.

-FG

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