I was doing the shopping at Woolies on christmas eve and I wanted to buy a chicken to cook, they had marinaded which I don't like and already cooked ones but they had run out of fresh chickens. With limited room in a small fridge and 3 of the family working in the afternoon, I was really trying not to buy too much food. Should I hunt for a fresh crook or buy a cooked one in case. Decided to buy a cooked chicken and see if the local butcher had a chicken left, he did so we ended up with 2 chickens. On christmas day 2 children working in a fast food chicken shop off they went to work ranting about money grabbing owner, losers who had to buy take away at christmas, and the injustice of working Christmas day without even penalty rates.
They came home at 10pm still complaining it had been very busy lots of students, and others driving round looking for somewhere to eat. The shop was supposed to stay open later and the owner taking over from them. They had cooked more chickens for him to sell but he rang in sick and they had to shut which is a lot of work so they were late off. They couldn't bear to thrown out all the chickens so they bought 2 home so now we are the proud owners of 3 1/2 chickens, the dog is happy. To add to the silly season the genius who stayed at home gets out a packet of chicken flavoured biscuits and munches thru it.
Today, happy boxing day by the way, we are having chicken salad.
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