After a long day of house and yard work yesterday, P really wanted KFC for dinner. Even though I had specifically shopped for weekend food, I knew he was proud of himself for all that he'd gotten done and I gave him the green light to go get takeout for himself.
After being gone for about 30 minutes he returned empty handed.
"They're out of chicken."
"They're out. of chicken. out."
"How can they be out of chicken?"
"I don't know. They just are."
Yeah, he was a wee bit cranky.
They may or may not have biscuits and mashed potatoes. They're likely out of honey (though if they are, they will give you grape jelly packets if you bitch.) The sad moral of this story is not to count on Kentucky Fried Chicken to actually have chicken to sell. Even though it's in their name.