Who decided to call it Caesar Salad anyway? He doesn't even seem the salad types.

Lunchtime.

A long winding queue of health conscious people line up in front of the salad bar.
The girl in front of me orders Caesar Salad with extra fire roasted chicken.
We sat at the same table, she and I and the chicken.

She ate the chicken and the cheese. She didn't want any more of the huge helping. She threw the leaves, tomatoes, olives, avocado, nuts, cranberries and other accompaniments in the bin not too far from us.

Such is life - a wise choice, silenced conscience, a feel-good action, wool over your eyes and lots of lettuce in the bin.

Eh?