I don’t blame Vermont.
This version of a ham & cheese omelette wasn’t designed by any left-wing political movement in Vermont, or a vegan restaurant gone to extremes, or even an embarrassing mix up by our waitress.
No, indeed I give the waitress some serious props for diving with both feet into her role of deception and subterfuge. She made it happen!
I do not blame the perpetrator of this switcheroo. A tiger can not change his stripes.
No, ultimately I blame myself. After a lifetime of experiences that should have left me hyper vigilant, I blissfully went and danced on the Bouncing Betty.
At least I wasn’t surprised when the trap was sprung. It’s all good fun, right?
Then the monster sent me the video that I hadn’t even noticed him taking…