Last week I pulled up to a stop light behind a transport full of cows. Big brown magnificent looking cows. They peered at me through the tiny slits with their beautiful doe eyes. One of them looked right at me. That's right - we made eye contact.
The sun was shining that day so it was probably gross hot inside considering how many of them were jammed in there. Just imagine all the poo. And pee, now that I think about it. Actually - how was that thing not like a giant slip and slide? The truck makes a sharp right turn and its just a pissy cow stew in there. Anyway, I thought about how the cows can't even talk to each other, so it's not like they can even whine or complain to make themselves feel better...or play road trip games. No - they have to spend hours and hours standing in silence, sweating and basking in their own filth. PLUS they have no idea they are on a journey to their own demise.
I know what you're thinking - this must have been a REALLY long stop light. It wasn't. My thoughts just fly around my brain like a water soaked Gremlin.
When that cows eye caught mine I decided right then and there I was going to be a vegetarian. I thought of trucks full of pigs and chickens. Maybe a goat or two. Even though I don't eat goat. Still. Sad, right?
In those few minutes it took me to get home I decided I better learn to like chick peas and join some kind of chic hummus club. I'm sure that exists, right?
When I got home I sat on the couch to hang out with my friend's in Genoa City. I was hungry by the end and decided I should venture to the kitchen to create myself a delicious meal. I stood in front of the fridge for a few moments. I pondered my options and quickly settled on steak.
The irony was not lost on me.
But you guys know how delicious cows are, right?
Don't even get me started on bacon.
