A person who hasn’t yet decided what they’re morally opposed to eating.
Two young women sit debating the dwindling ethics of sustenance.
Chicken’s out. They’re kept in those awful cages.
Beef! Ooh, but methane is a greenhouse gas. Worse than cars, I’ve heard.
Pork? But pigs are super smart; they’re basically people without any clothes on.
Soy. Wait, doesn’t that cause breast cancer or something?
Fish? … Eh. Fish.
Any act of consumption short of actually sitting outside and photosynthesizing lunch ends in an ethical cul de sac.
I over hear them while I wait for my own order. They trace their refusals back to girlhood, when they’d eaten the food their parents had insensitively plopped before them (perhaps lovingly prepared after a long day of working in a miserable job).
“Ugh,” the one says to her partner, “so gross.”
When the waiter approaches.
“Ladies? Any thoughts?”
Oh… many, Waiter. So many thoughts.
They look up from their menus and shrug.
“We’re gonna need another minute.”