For some odd reason I'd been craving fried chicken for weeks. Â Yesterday I finally gave into my craving and hit the drive-thru at the local Popeye's. Â I should have known better than to get food from a restaurant which shares space with a gas station but oh well. Â Now I know. Â
The $2.49 special was a great deal! Â Two pieces of lukewarm - dry chicken and a room temperature stale biscuit! Â Yum! Â Hard to beat that value.
Next time I get a strange craving for fried chicken I'll either, 1. Drown it with whisky. Â 2. See a hypnotherapist. Â or 3. Take the cheap route and ignore it.