This is a chicken dinner.Making chicken dinner required buying an actual chicken.
Since I lack ANY mechanical abilities whatsoever, I did not get a shopping carraige. I tend to knock things over with a cart. These things include:
1. Big displays of stuffing
2. Bigger displays of bread
3. Even bigger displays of discount wine
4. Grandmothers
5. Random hikers
This is a hiker. This is not a hiker I personally injured. So, fearing injuries and lawsuits due to my lack of grocery cart driving skills, I took a basket.
This is a basket. This is not my basket. I plopped the chicken in the basket and strode over to the milk section of the store all confident because my phone got a text, which made me feel all loved. This is how I always feel when I get a text and it isn't a PUSH message from ATT trying to make me buy something. I was about to check out my text when I looked down at my foot, which was suddenly wet and covered in pink liquid!!!!!!
Hold on. I have to breathe and not get all grossed out.
It was chicken juice.
These are chickens without the juice.
I do not know what is in chicken juice but I am assuming blood and water and other scary things. Rather than panicking, which I totally wanted to do, I dropped my basket by the eggs and carried the chicken back to the meat section and wrapped it in another plastic bag.
But the damage had been done. There was chicken juice on my leg and foot and arm. There was chicken juice on my reusable bags. I went in line. There was now chicken juice on the little conveyor belt thing you put your groceries on. It was gross and sad and I kept trying to get the clerk's attention so I could start cleaning things up. I figured she had paper towels. I figured wrong.
"My chicken leaked," I told her when she finally looked at me.
She glared.
"I bagged it again, but it still leaked. Do you have paper towels?" I asked.
"Look behind you," she said.
I looked behind me. There were no paper towels. I grabbed a plastic bag and tried to use that to wipe up my reusable bags (this kind of deletes the point of the reusable fabric bags, I think) and it didn't work. Clerk sighed.
Clerk yelled, "Does anyone have paper towels?"
She went in the bathroom and got some there. We wiped things. She glared at me and I just sort of smiled at her. She did not smile back.
I can NOT wait to be a vegetarian.


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Why couldn't I have just written your first sentence up there?
BTW -- is it true that the Gay Marraige law is being defeated there? Hard to tell for sure from CNN.
*shudders*
And that cranky, unhelpful cashier didn't make things any easier. But I feel confident that Karma is going to send her head-first into a puddle of chicken juice any day now. ;D
I think you should go veggie TODAY!
It's better for your health, better for the environment and definitely better for the chickens and their juice!
xo
;)
Didn't I hear somewhere that "vegetarian" just means you don't feed on humans?
To say nothing of possibly infecting the entire store with salmonella!
CLUTCH THE PEARLS MILDRED!
(so not joking about the level of overreaction. I've seen it.)
So yeah, at least you were all sweet about it and even trying to clean it up yourself. Sheesh!
I once had a checkout girl get snotty with me because a plastic liter of juice fell and splattered the (very edge of) her grocery store khakis. And I have to admit that although I apologized profusely (I was holding a toddler at the time), I have little patience for being glared at by grocery store checkout girls or guys after something silly happens like this, because I worked as a checkout girl for five years, and, well, when you deal with food products, stuff happens. Messy stuff. Ain't nobody's fault sometimes.
Hope your daughter enjoyed the chicken! Jeni
She did love the chicken, which made it worth it.
I just relized I AM BLIND!!! I WON THE BOOK CAPTIVATE THE FIRST WEEK! THE FIRST FREAKIN' WEEK! I COULD OF HAD CAPTIVATE SO LONG AGO!!!! >.< I am verry mad at myself.
And 2, how do u send the books and how long does it take, because I am checking the mail box every three seconds to find it, and guess what, it's not there! It makes me angry at the post man so I send my visous dog after him to eat his pants. But, I am in maine and it has been atleast 5 days. (Btw if u want a pic of my mail man I can send u one with vinnila after him.)
<.<
>.>
I know, that's not nice, but it's true!
Now I'm curious as to why you are going to be a vegetarian in 2010.
I've seen Quorn. I'll have to get it. Anything that doesn't leak is cool by me. ;)
1. Move to Iceland.
The cost of food is through the roof and you refuse to pay the price for meat. (And refuse to try affordable food like horse.)
Just to make sure there isn't a relapse
2. Move to China. The mainland. The south part.
Visit wet markets with live animals. Um. I won't share the gory details. Needless to say the smells and sights made it so I couldn't eat for hours after, even though I was only going for vegies.
Not that any of this is real experience, or anything . . . .
Hope you swing by VCFA, during rez, so we can chat again.
~Sarah
Carrie
Sorry to hear about the chicken blood. Ick.