Yesterday, my boss and the full time version of me drove me home after work. It's a big hill. And they're nice. :) But while we driving in the rare Dunedin sun, with the windows down, a sheep truck drove past, tainting the air with what can only be described as the urine of a billion sheep peeing at once. I am sure I have mentioned these trucks before. It's like a semi, only it has about three layers, and sheep packed like sardines into each layer.
As we casually commented on the smell, the subject came up of how lamb used to be my favourite meat before I ventured to the dark (and green) side of vegetarianism. I also mentioned the cute factor that sheep have. Have you ever seen the little ones bounding around in a field? I mean, they literally bound! It's so friggin' cute. Well, apparently, to shield me from the truth no longer, my boss said, "Well, you know where those trucks are going right?" All eyes were on me. "Um, to... to... a different farm? " They shook their heads. "But, I mean, maybe they're just... visiting their sheepy friends while their farm gets... um, fumigated... for spiders..."
Even my boss' daughter laughed at me. They were off to the slaughterhouse and it had never occurred to me. Did I think they were just on holiday? How sad. So today I saw a truck and it made me very, very sad. Maybe the vegetarian thing is still strong and kicking.
Though, from what I recall, lamb was pretty tasty...
1 comments:
You're silly.
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