I was waiting for the #38 Geary at the corner of Geary and Divisadero, when one of three teenage boys asked me, "Could you spare five dollars so I can get a hamburger."
I was keeping my five dollar bills for servers who take pictures of us at the table because I don't think that's part of their job description, and I want to reward them. But I really didn't need the five dollars that day--no eating out plans--so I gave him the five dollars. Then it occurred to me that I didn't want him to get a hamburger.
"Oh, my goodness! I forgot! I don't want you to get a hamburger. They're the worst thing for animals and the environment. Please get something else."
"He can get a salad," one of the other boys said. "or a veggie burger."
He asked me, "Are you a vegan?"
"Yes," I said.
"Now I hate you."
"Then give me back my five dollars."
I couldn't believe I was losing an opportunity to give him a little lesson.
He said, "We need meat for our bodies."
"That's what a lot of people believe," I said. I could have said so much more. I should carry around a flyer showing how animals are treated every day of their lives.
I really failed to rise to this occasion!
The #38 bus was soon there.