The chicken that got away…

So today at lunch, I was enjoying a free salad, chicken wings and dinner rolls provided by my very generous co-workers, when the horrible image popped into my head again: the chicken that got away. While the most recent instance of chicken escaping me involved me leaving Chinese food in the fridge at work for a week before I remembered that it was there, the most painful instance occurred about a year ago. I was relieved to escape the house one beautiful morning with 13 hot wings (yes, I still remember how many their were). This is a rare event in my house what with all the vultures waiting to attack my feast whenever I turn my back (Brian, Israel and Blake). These delicious 13 were lucky enough to survive the night and were more than happy to accompany me to work for lunch. The sky was blue, it was a warm summer day and nothing could go wrong… or so I thought.

I still remember seeing the tin foil blowing in my rear view mirror. The pain I felt in my gut when I realized I left them sitting on top of my car and drove off… it’s indescribable. My head told me to turn around and survey the damage, but my heart couldn’t bear it. I can only hope a bird or a stray cat tried to eat one and died from the extreme heat. That would be comforting.

I hope talking about this will help me move on. I’m tired of being haunted by chicken wings while I try to enjoy a meal. Thanks for listening.