I came into work early today to get ahead for the day and although I have gotten some things done, procrastination has now gotten the best of me as I have come up with my topic for today. A box of chicken.
I play in a soccer league on Thursday nights with two colleagues and a friend from university. Dylan (colleague) and I have been carpooling since I started on the team in September – please note that carpooling involves Dylan picking me up, and me smiling and saying thank you.
In my first season, every Thursday on our way to soccer we would pass a KFC. We would then have the same conversation every week:
Me: Isn’t cold KFC so good?
Dyl: I know, it’s amazing.
Me: Not much is better than cold greasy KFC.
Dyl: Let’s get a bucket and eat it at work tomorrow for lunch.
Me: Best idea ever!!!
I’m sure you’re thinking “wow, you guys eat a lot of KFC”. This is not the case. We never went through with it, it was all talk.
That is…until last night. After we dropped off Andrew (former colleague) we did a complete turn around and headed to KFC. The anticipation was incredible.
Dylan dropped me off out front and waited in the car. As I stood in line I looked at my options (did you know that a 10pc bucket is $20? – crazy, I know). Obviously I went with the 10pc. As the excitement built while I waited for my chicken, I watched them package up this strange box. The girl called me over and handed me my bag and I walked out the door.
A box? What’s that all about? Part of the excitement is eating the chicken out of the bucket. A box is not appetizing. A box does not represent KFC. This is outrageous. So now, I’m at work, and there’s this box of chicken that fits perfectly in the fridge waiting for Dyl and I to feast on it once the clock strikes noon.
Who knows, there may be a lucky co-worker who will get to partake in our picnic…maybe.