I am a Vegetarian Continued from Page 4
the rain forests to make more cows to eat? "You understand!" I said joyously. "Sure," Neil said. "You're Jewish." My world stopped. "What?" He said something then but I wasn't listening anymore. My ears were buzzing. Slowly I put together the pieces. I'd told him I was Jewish and I'd refused to serve pork. Oh my. He thought I refused to serve ham hocks because I was Jewish! And there I was presented		with a choice. I could clarify to him that, indeed, Jews are perfectly capable of serving pork, and I walked out because I had suddenly decided I was a rebellious vegetarian. Or I could just shut up and get my job back. I reported for work bright and early the next day. After all, a guy's gotta' eat. At least he never made me serve pork again.