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They die for this?!

Seriously!  How do some people survive?!  Ever just wonder that?  Let me explain:

A colleague —  let’s call her Sarah—was always a happy-go-lucky animal lover. Not wrong, just kinda — goofy.  She had a heart of gold, but let’s just say her understanding of how the world worked was… unique. One day, during a casual lunch, the conversation somehow turned to hamburgers.

Sarah, mid-bite of her cheeseburger, looked up and said, “You know, I’ve always loved cows. They’re so peaceful. I’m just glad they use cows that die naturally for this stuff.”

The entire lunch room froze.

“Wait, what?!” someone asked.

“Yeah,” Sarah said, completely serious. “I mean, they wouldn’t kill cows for food, right? That would be mean and cruel. They probably just use the ones that, you know, pass away on their own. Like, of old age or something.”

The silence was deafening. Then someone—probably trying not to choke on laughter—explained, “Uh, Sarah… no. That’s not how it works. They… um… slaughter the cows.”

Sarah dropped her burger like it had personally betrayed her. “WHAT?!” she screeched, her voice echoing across the restaurant.

“You thought cows just died naturally, and someone was like, ‘Well, guess we’ll turn this one into tasty little burgers now?’”

“Well, yeah!” she said. “Why wouldn’t they? Cows are, like, really chill animals. I just figured they lived full, happy lives and then, you know, peacefully… fell over in a meadow or something. And then we used them for meat!”

At this point, half the table was in tears from laughing, while Sarah looked like someone had told her Santa wasn’t actually real.

“You’ve been eating beef your whole life,” someone said, trying to be gentle. “How did you not know this?”

“I don’t know!” Sarah cried. “I guess I just assumed! Who goes around murdering innocent cows?! That’s horrible! I feel like a meat-eating monster!”

From that day forward, Sarah swore off beef entirely. She even got a little preachy about it. “You know they kill cows, right?” she’d say dramatically from time-to-time, as if this was brand-new and breaking information for everyone else!

One time, someone teased her by saying, “Hey, Sarah, this steak died of old age, so it’s fine.  Want some?

She glared and shot back, “Very funny. I know better now.” Then, after a pause, she added, “But seriously, what do they do with cows that do die naturally?”

And that’s how Sarah became the first person to accidentally advocate for the “retirement home for cows” movement.

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