Out of Wings
Friday, August 29th, 2008There are only a few things in life that I can’t live without. Popeyes fried chicken is one of them.
There’s probably two really good reasons as to why I always end up with the wrong guys, the assholes and the losers:
1. I eat too much Popeyes
2. I say stupid things that for some reason, no one finds funny besides me.
I was starving one night and had my Popeyes craving. So I went to the drive through. Ordered my food at the speaker- my normal 3 spicy wings, dirty rice and a biscuit. Pull up to the window to pay. The guy tells me they’re out of wings, spicy and mild and weren’t making anymore that night. So I was just like-Shit. What do I do now?
He asks me if I want a different part of the chicken and being that I only eat the white part of the chicken, I immediately said in the most serious tone and a quizzical look on my face: “Do you have breasts?”
He stared at me for about 30 seconds, then finally I thought about what I had just said and busted out laughing. Never cracking a smile so that I could see that gleaming grill that I am so positively sure he had, he closed the window; got my food; and that was that.
I got home and only had one breast in my to-go box. But I’m sure he spit in my food, so I guess he figured that’d make up for the missing chicken.
[sidenote: i'm not sure why "Omar" and "sausage" appear so big on the side. hmph]
