NC Chicken

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.

Upsize the fries

On the road again...

During a sales trip through Indiana and up into Marshall, Michigan recently, I began looking for a place for lunch. As I hadn't eaten at a good old Kentucky Fried Chicken for awhile, I opted for KFC.

Now, I know of course that I don't need any extra food, especially when it's starchy or deep fried or heavily carbed. Yet that didn't stop me from asking if the meals could be upsized. "No sir, they just are what they are," the cashier told me.

"Okay, give me the number 4 please," I said.

She began tapping keys on the register. Then she asked, "For a dollar would you like to add extra potato wedges?"

I love KFC's potato wedges, so in spoken word I replied excitedly, "Yes, please." But in the silent words of my mind I asked, "Then there is a way to upsize the meals, isn't there?"

I mean, really. She didn't know that when I first brought it up?

Upsized road trips

On the road again...
During a sales trip through Indiana and up into Marshall, Michigan yesterday, I began looking for a place for lunch. As I hadn't eaten at a good old Kentucky Fried Chicken for awhile, I opted for KFC.
Now, I know of course that I don't need any extra food, especially when it's starchy or deep fried. Yet that didn't stop me from asking if the meals could be upsized. "No sir, they just are what they are," the cashier told me.
"Okay, give me the number 4 please," I said.
She began tapping keys on the register. Quickly she asked, "For a dollar would like to add extra potato wedges?"
I love KFC's potato wedges, so in spoken word I replied excitedly, "Yes, please." But in the silent words of my mind I asked, "Then there is a way to upsize the meals, isn't there?"
I mean, really. She didn't know that when I first brought it up?