Naughty cow
“You just told me that he’d be interested only in Christian girls. I am not Christian.”
“But you’re also not like, Buddhist Buddhist, right? Like, you still eat beef and all that.”
“Yes, but I am still Buddhist. I am a steak-loving Buddhist.”
“Eh…”
“But it’s karma, you see. There must be a reason I cannot give up steak, and it’s karma. Something’s happened in my past life that makes it hard for me to quit. See, I’m Buddhist!” As it turns out my religion is very good for justifying personal weaknesses and inexplicable desires for bloody meat.
“Karma! So what were you in your previous life?” We were starting to crack up.
“I don’t know, a naughty cow, maybe?” This is where I falter.
About 2 minutes of utter inappropriate laughter ensues. Putting the words naughty and cow together that conjures comic images perhaps.
The more logical one then speaks, “You know, it doesn’t make sense. If you were a naughty cow, why would you get to be reincarnated to become human? You should become something that gets trampled upon–and we think grass–by such naughty cows, so you might repent about your naughtiness.”
“Yeah I know, it doesn’t make sense. But still, it’s funny right?”
And we continue to laugh so thankfully the issue of my wrongful beef consumption passes.