As I ate a sandwich, the next person in line said she’d only just finished eating.
I tried to cheer her up, but she just looked at me blankly.
“I don’t understand,” she said.
“There’s nothing to eat.”
The next person behind me said he had just finished a sandwich.
I asked what was wrong with the food.
He looked at my sandwich and shrugged.
“It’s all processed and there’s nothing for me to eat,” he said.
I looked around the restaurant and noticed a large sign with “We’re Eating Like Animals” written in yellow.
This sign was clearly meant to evoke the image of a pig being slaughtered and eaten.
A number of the workers seemed oblivious to this image, which had been painted in front of them and placed in front and in the middle of the room.
It was the first time I had seen such an image anywhere in a food service establishment.
I felt ashamed for standing in the restaurant as I ate, even though I was clearly a guest.
I also felt humiliated by the way the owner of the restaurant was treating me.
She was trying to convince me that the pig was not a real pig, that it was only a piece of meat.
But, after we ate, I asked her what she had to say.
She said it was not true.
And then she looked at us in shock and then looked back at me and said, “I’ve been doing this for almost 20 years.”
I felt humiliated.
I didn’t have a choice.
This restaurant was in the heart of a war zone.
The owner and manager had been involved in the conflict in Syria.
I had just left a military base and was heading to Syria.
The owners had been given weapons and were preparing to defend their country.
There were also hundreds of soldiers from the Saudi Arabian military.
There was no one to look after them and they had to take care of their own needs.
I did not want to go to Syria or Iraq, but my husband was also in the army.
He had a job with the army and had also been deployed to the border region in Yemen.
So we went to the restaurant to eat.
At first, I was happy to have a sandwich in front the owner.
But then the menu started to look very strange.
It said “sirloin steak, bologna cheese, red onion, and tomato sauce”.
I couldn’t believe what I was seeing.
It seemed that I was eating a real steak, with no real tomato sauce, and a sandwich of sirloin with no bread.
I was confused.
Why would this restaurant serve me a sandwich that didn’t look like a steak?
What was going on?
I had never seen anything like this in a restaurant before.
This was a warzone and the owner was trying his best to convince us to eat meat.
I started to cry.
I went to another customer to complain.
He was too scared to talk to me.
He didn’t want to hurt his feelings.
I finally left the restaurant when I felt the owner wasn’t listening to me, didn’t care and was going to throw me out.
I feel ashamed.
I am not a vegetarian, but I can’t imagine eating meat without any warning.
I can only imagine how disgusting the owner is and what kind of treatment he is giving me.
This is not the first restaurant that has been painted with the image and the name of a real animal.
I have seen similar images on websites and social media of people eating fake meat and vegans, but it was never like this.
I don’t think it was intentional.
But I do know that this is a problem.
It is hard to say why, and it is not something that I can change overnight.
The problem with this restaurant is not just that it’s a war-torn area.
This incident is very concerning.
The government is very concerned about the situation in Syria and has set up a task force.
There is a large number of government officials and activists who are helping to raise awareness and provide information on the issue.
But there is also a large community of people who are simply doing this to feed their conscience.
They feel the government has failed them.
They are not aware of what is going on, and they are not prepared to take any action.
This situation has got to stop.