On Sundays, we usually eat a large lunch and then a small dinner. The other week, we went to the local grocery store to grab their chicken special of $6.99 per pack or 2 for $10. I was extra excited this day because I had a coupon for $2.50 off (I LOVE coupons & saving money) and I was looking forward to doing both this day. As most grocery stores are set up, the produce aisle the first section of the store we encounter. I decided to stock up on fruits and vegetables since they were on sale and then grab the chicken before we checked out and headed home.
We were able to grab everything that we needed and just as we were arriving at the deli, I heard Kay declare “No fried chicken!”. At first glance, I could tell there was about 8-10 packs of chicken; some in individual packages and others were the whole chicken roasted. “No fried chicken”, she said again and proceeded to get on her knees and pull packages of cooked chicken out from the back of the shelves to confirm that yes, they all were indeed baked or rotisserie chicken pieces and not piece of fried chicken.
As you can guess, Kay loves fried chicken and she was detemrined to make sure there was truly none to be found.
“No fried chicken.” Kay said again and threw her hands up.
I agreed with her and affirmed that yes there was no friend chicken.
“Oh well,” she said, “let’s get fried chicken at Bojangles.”
“Bojangles!?” I thought to myself and got in line to pay for our groceries.
I felt a bit defeated, wanting to throw my own hands up.
I don’t even have any coupons for Bojangles.
