I know what you're thinking; serves you right for going to KFC in the first place. So, I do accept partial blame for the tragic predicament that befell me this afternoon....BUT...I have some weak excuses I will put forward in a shameless attempt to garner your sympathy.
As I stepped off the train after work it was raining heavilly. I'm not just talking a light shower, but raindrops like Satan throwing hammer handles. I had skipped lunch and was absolutely starving, and there right in front of me, beckoning with warm and dry goodness and food were the bright lights of KFC.
I saw the poster on the door and I was sold. Popcorn chicken, just what i needed. It wasn't a greasy or guilty as devouring a bucket of wings, and it would keep me going until the rain stopped and I could get home.
HOWEVER.
This is what I expected to receive:
YET
THIS
IS
WHAT
I
RECEIVED.
I kid you not, that is exactly what I received. There was no popping and barely any chicken. Some sad, glubulous balls tossed into an oversize tray. Instead of a vivid golden brown colour, they more closely resembled the leathery turd colour and texture that you might likely find around the anus of a ground-dwelling frog.
I glibly chewed my way through the completely underwhelming attempt at food and decided I would rather walk home in the rain than sit in the house of hungry lies a moment longer. I'm not mad at you KFC, just disappointed!