by think_likeafox


When I was home in November I joined a group of friends at a relatively expensive restaurant to celebrate a birthday.

There was a lot of stuff on the menu, but I went for the one thing that had goat cheese. I will, every time.

The waiters arrived with the main course, the others admiring the careful presentation and curious about each choice. Beef, lamb, fish… I was hoping my own plate would be overlooked, but there were only six of us and, inevitably, someone asked.

“What did you get?”

I tried my best to sound casual as I replied, “The chicken,” and took my first bite.

I like to reinforce stereotypes.