So there was this barbecue. Actually I didn't find out about it until after the event. That's right; this girl was not invited. I couldn't figure out why.
It made no sense, especially because that annoying girl (let's call her Sara) was invited. My brain was nearing exhaustion, having churned through all the scenarios in which I could have accidentally offended my friend. I mean, come on. We don't even like Sara! [No offense, Sara. But you were a snob and what do you have against sharing your markers? Rude.]
Finally, I just had to ask the question... Why wasn't I invited?
"Sorry. I couldn't invite you because my grandparents are racist."
And that's when I became a vegetarian.
... Just Kidding. There were plenty of meat eating years after that.
