When I get to the actual pig roast, I lock up my bike and drop off the beer I bought and the pasta salad I brought, and then I look over, and just beyond the edge of the party in the park is my one (half-British) (half-African) (Muslim) (and vegan!) friend, hanging out with some of his classmates.
So, I walked over and cordially invited him to come join the pig roast and grab some food.
"Uh," said one of his colleagues, "Don't you know he's a vegan?".
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