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October 20, 2005
What's the matter, Colonel Sanders? Chicken?
Since I'm in law school, I've taken the unusual step of packing my lunch every day (except Friday, of course.) I didn't know this, but apparently it saves me money if I buy food from the grocery store rather than buying it from a restaurant. I do the same thing for dinner most days, too.
Saving money is nice, but there is a serious, serious drawback. On the same block as my school is a restaurant called, I believe, Chicken Planet. All they sell are roasted rotisserie chickens. When I walk by it in the morning, I can see hundreds of chickens rolling along, slowly cooking for the rush at lunchtime.
Now, as I sit in the library computer area, I am faced with a terrible prospect. I can smell the chicken wafting up from Chicken Planet, into the entire library. The back of Chicken Planet borders the school. It smells so delicious, I am tempted to rush down there at this very moment and purchase a chicken. I'd even break that $50 bill I was talking about. It is nearly impossible to concentrate when you can smell hundred of chickens cooking in the building below you.
I imagine this is what it feels like to be in jail, or to be a dog or cat locked in a room during a barbecue. As soon as I get done rambling at you, I will probably go to the window, look out at Chicken Planet, and start furtively scratching and jumping against the windown, trying to get at my poultry tormentor.
Speaking of poultry, what do you call a ghost that is a chicken?
Wait for it...
A poultry-geist! Ha ha ha!
Posted by oz115 at October 20, 2005 12:22 PM