Festivus or Lettucivus

The weather outside was neither frightful nor was it particularly delightful. It was just slushy. Yet December 10th, 2015 was a fine day to meet client friends and dine on deep fried goodness. Burgers, cod, and fries.

Heaven.

However, one friend quickly broke ranks and ordered a hamburger with lettuce instead of a bun. I blinked. The waiter cocked a brow and said, "Is it an allergy or a preference?" Inside I begged her to say allergy.

"Preference," she replied.

Clearly it was an Iceberg lettuce...the large kind...that sank the Titanic. 

What? No bun. I'm living in the post-bun era? The whole world is changing so fast and now this.... But when the lettuce burger arrived, it was magnificent. It was the lettuce equivalent of the Matterhorn. 

The satiated and groggy, at the end of lunch. I had a Coke headache. The cola kind.

The satiated and groggy, at the end of lunch. I had a Coke headache. The cola kind.

Despite the hectic schedules, the weather bombs, and all the other reasons that come up, it's nice to eat lunch with nice people. Even the lettuce people. 
I have to remember that.