It was a big beautiful salad. You could smell the high quality balsamic vinegar that had been drizzled over it. People gasped as they walked by the patio on the sidewalk, it was a thing of art, beauty even. Here's what was in it ...
greens with smooth edges
greens with ragged edges
greens with red veins
greens with purple veins
greens that were torn
greens that were whole
I ordered it because they didn't have much that was vegetarian, it was the only patio that was accessible, we wanted to eat outside on a beautiful day. Joe ordered pasta. He always orders pasta. I'm not a big pasta fan. So, he had his and I had mine. We talked about stuff. We watched people go by. I had a tea. He had a beer. It was all very nice.
When we left the patio my stomach began screaming, "Whoa, whoa, there big boy!" I was being served notice that this was lovely but it wasn't food. By the time we got home I actually felt weak! I got upstairs and had several spoonfuls of leftovers from the day before. A little protien and I was good to go.
Question: How do skinny people not fall over?