Mom likes cheeseburgers. That's fine. She also likes for you to have what she's having. I can live with that. But I have to admit eating cheeseburgers every Sunday gets old. So yesterday as we were out and about I suggested, "Hey, what about chicken for lunch?"
She brightened up and responded, much to my delight, "That sounds great!"
Quickly enough a KFC appeared. "Is Kentucky Fried Chicken okay?" I asked Mom. She said yes. Then as a joke I added, "Unless you want Tennessee friend chicken."
She grimaced at that and said sternly, "North Carolina fried chicken."
I have to agree that is the best, though we settled for KFC.
For those of you who don't know, Mom is North Carolina borned and raised.
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