I have so many of these, someday I should write a book.
Tonight I’m on the couch watching TV, minding my own business mind you, and someone’s outside yelling at someone else about tipping over their “damn chicken dinner” inside the trunk of the car. Why one would travel with a plate of chicken and some greens in the trunk of one’s car — I have no clue. But then to get mad when it tips over, well damn, what did you think would happen?
I had to yell at them to shut the hell up about the damn chicken, otherwise they would have kept it going for hours. I could tell it would have been one of those drawn out endless fights…and hell no, not during my quiet time was I about to listen to people argue about some G-D chicken.
Jesus, and it’s only Tuesday.
Tags: chicken, freak show, Pigtown