oh good, salad.
Arkansas is a hard place to be vegetarian. Usually I can find something on the menu whereever I go, but down here -- especially in Conway, where we're working -- a meal without meat don't make no sense. Everyone loves talking about the vegetarian guy though.
We finished up early today so I'm sitting in Little Rock airport. I showed up at 1:30 for my 5:15 flight. But my 5:15 flight is delayed until 7:55. I'm running out of ways to amuse myself. I took 20 minutes picking out a magazine at the newsstand. I finally bought Spin. Bad choice. Spin may be the least readable piece of shit ever published. I'd rather read In Style. Or Seventeen. Or Dog Fancy. Really -- it was that bad.
Finding dinner at the airport was a trick. I was all okay, I'll suffer through Pizza Hut even though they probably still put beef goo in their crust.
Me: Can I get a cheese pizza please?
Guy: Sorry man, no pizzas.
Me: ...
Five minutes later, I came back in desparation:
Me: You don't have that BK Veggie, do you?
Woman: We do, actually.
Me: You're kidding. I'll take one please.
Man: No, we're out of the BK Veggie. We can do a Whopper without meat.
Me: ...
Speaking of eating while travelling, a few months ago I got an email from a manager at Tijuana Flats in Orlando. She was googling for their restaurant, found my burrito story, and wanted me to know that in fact their rice is not made with chicken stock. How about that. Too bad I hope to never go to Orlando again.
Only an hour more to waste!
Favorite conversation this week (with Pat, one of our subcontractors in Conway, and a truly nice guy):
Pat: My sister's actually a vegetarian.
Me: Oh yeah?
Pat: Yeah, like, she'll only eat bacon if it's well done.