Anecdote: The Dumbest Thing Happened To Me At Lunch Today…

Anecdote: The Dumbest Thing Happened To Me At Lunch Today…

I just read one of Byron Crawford’s anecdotes over on XXL about his African roommate. So, I have an anecdote about my lunch today.

And how a very retarded thing happened. I THINK.

I met up with my Dad for lunch. My contact lenses were bothering me so I didn’t have my contacts in (i.e. I can’t see shit). So anyways, we go this this chicken joint…I’m not even gonna say the name cause I am sure I have stalkers. ;)

But think of it as the Hispanic Boston Market. Basically a roasted chicken joint, that has this killer sauce you put on your chicken. It looks like big mac sauce but it’s sorta spicy. Goes great with chicken.

Anyways, so I get this 1/2 chicken platter, and (yes, Howard Stern and I have this in common when it comes to ordering food for our Dad’s, lolz). Yeah my Dad wanted grilled chicken, but they didn’t have it, so I just ordered him a 1/4 chicken (he chose dark meat). Anyways, again remember I can’t see shit.

So, the food comes out, and it’s in two trays. There’s my platter tray and his tray.

So I give him his food and I’m chowing down on mine, but I do notice, damn his chicken looks sorta small. Like you know how a restaurant would have a free chicken coupon promotion, and then they’d give you the dinkiest piece of chicken possible?

But I don’t really think nothing of it, and my Dad chomps down on his chicken and tares it up, and is done in 5 minutes.

I am taking my time, with my fries and shit and eating the chicken. And I eat one piece and I am damn near full at this point. And at that point I’m looking down in my sorta blurry vision. Damn, I think I still have a half piece chicken left!

I was like damn, I think on my Dad’s plate was a piece, but the rest of his 1/4 chicken was on my plate, and I was eating the 1/4th+1/2 chicken all to myself without knowing it. ROFFLE.

I was like uhhh, do you want this (my left over chicken?) lol. He was nice about it and was like, “nah, I’ll go home and have a full meal.” So I got a to-go box and packed the rest up for home. But, yeah I am pretty sure he only had 1/8th chicken and I had 3/4ths chicken. ROFFLE. WHOOPS!

I blame it on not having my contacts in, to properly assess the food-situation.

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