Lunch Time

I was sitting at my desk, looking at my lunch. Leftover Bar-B-Que chicken, one boneless skinless chicken breast and one chicken thigh with skin and bone intact, were on a plate and the coleslaw was still in the container it came in. With Back up Ken Davis within reach, I was ready to eat.

Less than 4 and a half minutes later, I was eating the last bite of coleslaw.

My inner thoughts rattled in my brain "Huh? That's it? It's gone? Am I sure?" I glanced around "Wasn't there something else I was supposed to eat? I'm so confused."

After the third recounting of the food I had eaten, well it was gone I don't quite remember eating it, I decided there was nothing else I planned for lunch and went to the kitchen to throw the plate away.

From the disaster of chicken pieces left on my plate, I came to the conclusion chicken thighs are completely wasted on me, I prefer my chicken sans slime.

Also, I might have discovered a new disease: Bar-B-Que deficiency. You never know how dangerous it is, until it strikes.