"Pop's Place"
Place:
"Pop's Place" - a nice, beach front and comfortable restaurant with a delicious, reasonably priced, sweet/sour pork and roasted chicken with rice (for two) item on the menu.
Time: 12:54pm
Activity: Lunch Date
Incident/Remarks:
...I watch as my girlfriend is eating her roasted chicken.
She stabbed the chicken's main body and is forcibly sawing at it with her large "Soup Spoon" until she separates the tail-end of her chicken from the main body of the chicken.
After dissecting away the "offending chicken tail" of her roasted chicken, she pushes it (with disgust) to the outer-most-reaches of her plate.
"What's wrong, Honey? You want to send the chicken back to the kitchen?" I asked, genuinely concerned.
She looks at me with that "You stupid foreigner, are you really THAT RETARDED?!" expression on her face, and says, "It's the dirty butt part of the chicken."
"Yum! Yum!"
I reached over and popped it in my mouth, chewed, and smacked my lips, saying, "It's delicious!"
The Irony
My girlfriend will heartily - no, voraciously devour with joy, massive amounts of skewered chicken intestines from street vendors with "suspect hygiene and barbecue procedures"; but refuses to eat a thoroughly cooked-to-juicy-perfection dirty chicken butt!
Go Figure?
Respectfully submitted for your pondering,
By JaiChai
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About the Author
He is a retired U.S. Military veteran. Believing that school was too boring, he dropped out of High School early; only to earn an AA, BS and MBA in less than 4 years much later in life – while working full-time as a Navy/Marine Corps Medic.
In spite of a fear of heights and deep water, he freefall parachuted out of airplanes and performed diving ops in very deep, open ocean water.
He spends his days on an island paradise with his teenage daughter, longtime girlfriend and three dogs.