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I’m a vegetarian, and I used to bartend at a steakhouse in Chicago. On busy nights, we would have more than 500 guests. There was no time to think, let alone eat, during the rush. As the evening wore on, you could see the staff’s eyes following every plate of unfinished food to the dish room, as each waitress silently cursed the person who had so thoughtlessly left sirloin scraps on the table.