A salad

It was late afternoon and the best time to eat lightly. Ahead of me was a young woman, say in her mid-30s, elegantly dressed and with a pair of boisterous school going children, in identical clothes, likely twin boys. She could have been their mother or close relative I assumed.

We kept inching forward in the queue, immersed in our thoughts. Soon, her turn came and she made her order across the counter. I could not help but notice that it contained almost everything edible except vegetables. Shocked, but unable to restrain myself, I took my chances with her,