Post lunch musings

There is a lot to thank civilization for. A few thousand years ago, this time of the year, a tummy growl would mean changing into a loincloth (why at all, is a diff q), grab the spears, gather those mates, beat the drums and start chasing the deers.
Occasionally, some fat cat would decide to join in the revelries and that would really spice up the hunt.
Once some bipedal was skewered a horn sounded would signal the return.
Trip back home was fun, what with all those doe eyed loves welcoming the remaining folks coming back from the jungle with a smoking fire and hullahoo dance.
Now its just a walk to the counter and stand in queue; slay the few
specimens who think the queues are there to applaud their taking time off to come to the counter; pay for a gourmet order; grab some indistinguishable slop and guzzle it down.
We've come a long way baby