Hi Brian,
Here is the true tale of a vegan student who went on a five day field trip as part of his course. He and his fellow students were booked in at a small hotel. At the first evening meal he asked if the soup contained any animal products. The helpful waiter went off to ask the chef and returned with the answer that there was only a little chicken in it and the pieces were very, very tiny so it wouldn’t matter.
Our hero has been vegan for ten years so was well used to some well-meaning people not having a clue as to what it was all about. Like, for example, the time when an on-board flight attendant had suggested he could just remove the pieces of meat from the stew that was offered in place of the pre-booked vegan meal that had not arrived.
So, he merely politely declined to have the soup.
It was several weeks later that the truth struck him like a thunder-bolt from the blue.
The chef had wanted a minimum of hassle. No one would be able to tell that there was chicken in the soup. Hence, for the chef, it didn’t matter. The waiter entirely misunderstood the reason for it not to matter and in all honesty relayed the full message back to the vegan diner.
We have a right to be angry when restaurants, for their own convenience, trample over our beliefs. Correction: We have a right to be very, very angry. But, at the same time, it would be sad if we lost our faith in the natural honesty of most people because of the dishonest few. At least I hope they are the few.
And just how trusting are you? If my little story had been an Agatha Christie novel would you have understood the full plot at the very end or after the first paragraph?
Roger.