The Meal
John was finally admitted to the club—the most exclusive and best club in the whole land. And John was excited to finally attend his first Meal.
The Meal was THE event. Every day, all the members of the club gathered to eat the absolute best meal around. It was so good, that it was the only meal they ate each day. The only quirk was, that everyone ate the same thing. Even though there was an extensive menu, the choice was made by a vote. And, even though there were many choices, voting blocks had emerged so that there were only ever really two items up for a vote.
As the display tray went by, John saw two meals prominently displayed on the top shelf. As always, one was a fish dish. The pescetarians were a strong block. The past two day’s meals had been a fish dishes, the first ever Swordfish at the club. And, two days last week had been a particularly strong, fishy smelling, trout. Too stinky for many, but they had been some of the best reviewed meals in recent memory. Today’s fish offering was the same sort of trout, but this dish was especially smelly. John suspected it had gone bad.
The other main offering was a hearty roast. The meat block was also strong. A couple of the strongest meals in club history had been steaks served back before the trout last week. No steak of that quality had been offered since. It is likely they would not see such a meat again. This particular roast did not look very good at all. It too smelled suspicious.
When the vote was taken, John opted for a lower-shelf salad. He did not want either off-looking dish from the top. However, the roast beef won on a technicality of the voting system. Far more people had voted for the trout or another dish. But the club’s system worked, and they would all be eating roast today.
As John and others around him cut into the roast, they had to choke bag a gag reflex. It had more than gone bad. Maggots spilled out onto plates.
John spoke up, “Oh, I think we had best send this back!” But he was shot down by those around him.
One man took a bite of maggot-meat, “No way! Did you see that trout? It was worse than this roast!”
“I’m not suggesting we switch. That is not allowed in the club’s system. I understand that. But the baked-potato on the side should do for a meal. I’ve had baked potato as a main course before?”
“No, no. You don’t understand. This dish has to be good because the other one was clearly rotten. This one may look bad, but you have to keep it in perspective. It is not AS bad as the fish, therefore it has to be good!”
John disappointedly got up and went in search of peanut butter and jelly.
The Meal was THE event. Every day, all the members of the club gathered to eat the absolute best meal around. It was so good, that it was the only meal they ate each day. The only quirk was, that everyone ate the same thing. Even though there was an extensive menu, the choice was made by a vote. And, even though there were many choices, voting blocks had emerged so that there were only ever really two items up for a vote.
As the display tray went by, John saw two meals prominently displayed on the top shelf. As always, one was a fish dish. The pescetarians were a strong block. The past two day’s meals had been a fish dishes, the first ever Swordfish at the club. And, two days last week had been a particularly strong, fishy smelling, trout. Too stinky for many, but they had been some of the best reviewed meals in recent memory. Today’s fish offering was the same sort of trout, but this dish was especially smelly. John suspected it had gone bad.
The other main offering was a hearty roast. The meat block was also strong. A couple of the strongest meals in club history had been steaks served back before the trout last week. No steak of that quality had been offered since. It is likely they would not see such a meat again. This particular roast did not look very good at all. It too smelled suspicious.
When the vote was taken, John opted for a lower-shelf salad. He did not want either off-looking dish from the top. However, the roast beef won on a technicality of the voting system. Far more people had voted for the trout or another dish. But the club’s system worked, and they would all be eating roast today.
As John and others around him cut into the roast, they had to choke bag a gag reflex. It had more than gone bad. Maggots spilled out onto plates.
John spoke up, “Oh, I think we had best send this back!” But he was shot down by those around him.
One man took a bite of maggot-meat, “No way! Did you see that trout? It was worse than this roast!”
“I’m not suggesting we switch. That is not allowed in the club’s system. I understand that. But the baked-potato on the side should do for a meal. I’ve had baked potato as a main course before?”
“No, no. You don’t understand. This dish has to be good because the other one was clearly rotten. This one may look bad, but you have to keep it in perspective. It is not AS bad as the fish, therefore it has to be good!”
John disappointedly got up and went in search of peanut butter and jelly.
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