chicken.
back in the mists of time, a mate and myself headed to a popular fried chicken fast food joint. I was, and still am a bit of a socialy akward type and often none too fast on the uptake. My good mate liked to play with this fact. A weekend afternoon the place was always staffed by young girls whom I would not normaly dream of aproaching. Matey sets up his game: 'you go order' he says, 'save us both queing'. 'righto' says I, 'what do you want?' he wants the 3 pieces of chicken in a box with the chips. I always had a spicey burger. only, he says he doesnt like the 3rd bit of chicken. 'Theres always a leg, a breast fillet and some other lumpy bone filled mass. Ask them if I can have two of the other piece' he pleads, guessing at the wording i will choose. 'no worries'. so up to the counter I pedal to be met by a cute lass in her blue nylon sweatshirt. 'what would you like?' she smiles. 'I'd like a zinger and a three piece feed. only, when you fill the box can i get two breasts and a leg... please?' A withering glare and it took the mates sniggers to make me realise she thaught i was taking the piss.
money was exchanged in stoney silence. Bastard.
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