Rahul, that’s both funny and traumatic At that point, isn’t it fair to let the poor mouse go? It’s clearly earned it’s freedom! What I remember most vividly is not being able to eat chicken for weeks because it looked like the dead cats we used for our musculature dissection. Anytime I saw anything that looked remotely like white meat I would “smell” formaldehyde.

Anna, THANK YOU for airing this grievance. Here’s my list:

• unequal eating, but equal sharing.
• People insisting that there is something good for me to eat at Mongolian barbeque. Of course I find out that they cook tofu stuff in the same vessels as regular meat. I ask for some consideration. The chef takes a sharp edge and scrapes oodles of non-veg lining from the wok. Now I’m SURE I don’t want to eat there. I mean I’d like my food separated at atomic level from the non-veg.
• Someone mentioned it briefly but here’s the detailed scenario. EVERYTIME there’s pizza to be ordered at work when working late, someone will ask everyone what they want. I’ll be damned if anyone admits in public to wanting to eat a veg pizza. I ask for one. When the pizzas arrive, guess who’s the first in line to inconsiderately life from the veg pizza!! Damn why doesn’t it get through people’s head the difference between being able to eat anything on the table vs. those who can only eat from certain very limited options.(American non-desis are totally guilty on this one)
• Eating non-veg food next to me at a crowded restaurant such that the gravy spits over into my food. Damn again! Did I mention about separation at atomic level?
• People feeling fine poking their non-veg forks into my food to taste one little morsel of blasphemous veggie food.
• Of course, as mentioned earlier – how about having this rice if I pick off the meat?
• Clueless servers who can’t tell me what’s the gravy in ‘biscuit and gravy’. Or pizzerias that make veggie pizzas with meat based tomato sauce. Or for that matter, nice, encouraging Mexican food places that serve rice made from chicken stock, and never tell me after multiple asks.
• Indian restaurants where they stick non-veg in one of the two rows, in the BACK row, such that any non-veg helping risks dripping its goods on veg food in the front. And places where they skimp/don’t pay attention to servingware, so people are forced to share ladles amongst neighboring curries.
• Buffet places where they won’t label the food properly so you can’t figure out whether killing took place to produce the food in front of you.
• Lastly – coworkers who think nothing to taking a big soda-induced burp right into my face after downing some serious flesh. Holy crap does it smell disgusting, in addition to the fact that they atomized dead animals right into my lungs.

Have I blown this out of the water yet?

So true. Although I took physio in high school and enjoyed dissection. Granted, the animals were already dead. Ah, it’s too much, I killed it.

I know, I was kidding too. But we probably shouldn’t discuss it further.

Amateurs. Clever, but dumb.