Every Wednesday, I consider becoming a vegetarian.
It is all because of a parking situation.
I attend a weekly open-air Farmer’s Market/Flea Market just north of my home that features a cattle auction.
The paved parking lot spots fill up early in the morning. By the time I arrive, I head to the grass lot in a field just behind the cattle barns.
That’s where I see them.
Cattle trucks line up to unload the featured livestock in time for the noon auction.
I can catch a glimpse of the prized bovines as they are being tagged and walked into the huge, century-old barn.
They are very vocal. It is hard not to notice.
When I catch their eye, I cannot buy beef that day.
I might be shamed into living a vegetarian lifestyle.
At the very least, I’ll be heading to the seafood counter, where my meal choice will not feature eyes, or voices.