Manwhich

In which our Hero wonders if a burger in the hand is worth two in the bush?

So I go to Harvey’s, a fine Canadian purveyor of fast food burgers, and on something of a whim, I decide that I’m going to cut my meat intake today and get myself a veggie burger to try it out. (Sometimes they’re good, and it’s a restaurant, so it can’t suck too hard, right?) On the otherhand, veggie replacements can be somewhat lacking in flavour so I spend my time in line wondering just how bad it would be if I ordered something to fill out the flavour.

But the whole point is a veggie burger, and anyway, I don’t want to explain it to the cashier. Except I get to the counter, order the veggieburger and the guy offers me the choice on his own. And I am not one to turn away from a sign from on high. So I say yes, and my lunch gets called to the back as a veggie burger with bacon. To the immense amusement of my colleagues currently bracketing me.

“It’s okay, I’m not vegetarian,” I explain, but no, I get laughed at. I mentioned it to Nocturne and she laughed too, so clearly bacon veggieburgers is a faux pas of some kind. Also, tasty.

So here at Sentinel World, we’ve already look at (pardon the phrase) the question of how women style the hair down there. An uptick in the (un)coverage of the inverse situation leads me to wonder if you have an opinion, Gentle Reader, especially in the skews-female population of OD. Do women prefer their men bare? (Or just barely?)

I did some googling and the forums are as detailed on the topic of deforestation as they are on the topic of how to hack my phone. Except I can’t recall the GPS fix post for my phone making me press my knees together in horrified sympathy.

With apologies, I’m going to keep my own decision on the subject to myself. I’m embarrassed enough without dangling my own dangly bits in the soup, besides.