I have officially become a smug one. I know I’m not a real one, I eat fish, and have no real moral leg to stand on…but still.
Flying to Kiev the airline had not ordered enough veggie meals. The staff were so apologetic, but as I could see my fellow passengers tucking into their food and thinking I was just being difficult and should just suffer the consequences for being so ‘fussy’.
So for about 30 minutes I began to doubt my vegetarianism as I sat like a social lepper, with my tray table down in front of me, empty, with no food, whilst everyone else tucked into their meat meals.
Self doubt…
Then the nice steward came back from first class with a veggie meal from first class especially for me. So there I was with my large tray, polished silver cutlery, real cotton serviette, feeling like the smuggest man on earth, as I tucked into my freshly cooked food, warm rolls, French chesses (veggie I am sure?!), freshly cut fruits and chocolate profiteroles.
[...] a while, despite a fair few trips. These included a tough (work-wise) visit to the Czech Republic. Though I did thankfully once again feel like a smug vegetarian whilst there! (see previous post). I was the only one and at the first meal time, this caused much mirth amongst the young people [...]