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Nor Do I Eat the Woolly Lunch In Its Lair

Exchange with the woman who brought me breakfast this am at St Lukes (minor heart procedure, I am fine):

Me: Do you have any soymilk?

Her: (Considers this a minute) no. Don't you want breakfast?

Me: Yes, but I'm a vegan. No milk.

Her: What's a vegan?

Me: I don't eat any sort of animal products.

Her: You mean you don't eat breakfast?

Comments

You should move to Canada. Since our tax dollars pay for the hospitals, we get to stipulate outrageous conditions such as: know common dietary restrictions and have alternatives available. Outlandish, huh?

God, that sounds great. Fortunately, my lovely family had brought me some fresh fruit the night before and a bit of cereal just in case this happened (my wife said, "but they must have soymilk, this is New York!"), so I was able to make do.