A young man (Brad) calmly walks a dog down a tree-lined street, is stopped by a woman carrying a bag of food, following dialogue ensues:
Woman: Nice dog, what kind is it?
Brad: She’s a mixed breed, rescued from the dog meat trade in Vietnam.
W: Oh, but don’t we have plenty of dogs in our country that need homes?
B: I specifically wanted to save one from the dog meat trade.
W: But why? You think people should go hungry or lose their business because you love dogs?
B: Oh, so you don’t love dogs? Why all the pretense when you walked up then?
W: Of course I love dogs, but some are pets and some aren’t.
B: Your sort of thinking is absolutely disgusting.
W: Well, that was cruel, where’s your compassion?
B: It’s reserved for where it’s deserved, not for heartless sadistic people.
W: Oh, you think you’re better than me! How dare you call me heartless and sadistic?
B: But everything out of your mouth says you think you’re better than me. And how dare I?…By observing your behavior and words.
W: This is why people hate you type, so self-righteous and preachy!
B: Look, you came up to me and started this, I was minding my own business.
W: Well, if you eat cows and pigs, how can you say it’s wrong for other cultures to eat dogs?
B: I’m vegan, I don’t eat anyone’s carcass or their milk or eggs.
W: Oh, a VEEGUN, hah! But we’re omnivores, meat’s part of a healthy diet.
B: Omnivores can all be vegan, and have healthier diets.
W: Says you; I tried it once, for a week, and almost died, what a terrible diet!
B: Oh did you now? What did you eat?
W: I ate all the vegan crap, the fake hot dogs, the granola bars, you know, what you all eat; ended up in the hospital on life support, doc told me to stop that crazy diet. So I did…saved my life!
B: Hmm, death by fake hot dogs and granola bars, which I rarely eat. But hey, maybe they can use those in warfare to kill off enemies? Hahaha.
W: You laugh at my almost dying, that shows why everyone hates vegans!
B: You’re the only person I’ve run into in a long time who’s expressed hate for me. And sorry but I don’t believe your story.
W: Now you’re calling me a LIAR!?!
B: Turnabout’s fair play, after all you’ve called me by implication: irresponsible, cruel, arrogant, self-righteous, preachy, stupid, despicable.
W: You damn vegans…what about the plants you kill?! And all the field animals killed by crop farmers?
B: And you kill as many or more of all of those, in addition to all the animals brutally killed in slaughter houses who’ve had unspeakably terrible lives.
W: I only eat grass-fed organic meats from humane butchers!
B: “Humane butchers?” And is that why you’re carrying a McD’s bag?
W: Damn you, this is for my husband, and it’s none of your business!
B: Listen, why don’t you step away from me, get out of my face, and go eat your lunch.
W: Fuck you mister! I’m gonna get another burger now all because of you, and with bacon and cheese on it!
B: Knock yourself out, lady.
Brad continues on his way with happy dog strutting beside him, tail up and slightly wagging, while fuming woman storms back to Mickey-D’s for another burger, which she will eat miserably in feigned triumph, but it will feel for a long while like a lead mass in her stomach.