So, Are You a Leg or A Breast Man?

As they waited in line to baord the flight from Salt Lake to Ontario, he learned that she was traveling to visit her kids in Long Beach all the way from Arkansas. Yes, I said Arkansas. She had been traveling all day and it showed on her weary face. But, not in her spirit. When the young man mentioned that he was tired and hungry from a long day of travel, the woman, who he just met wrenched open her vast purse and declared,"I've got me some fried chikn', is you a breast or a leg man?" She carefully picked the lint, odd hair and mint chunks off the piece of meat handed it to the hopeless young man. He graciously took the chikn' piece, smiled at the women and they boarded the plane. As luck would have it, he was seated nexted to this 'Marie from Arkansas'. As they listened to the safety instructions, his mind raced with ideas of how he could get rid of the chicken. God Bless her soul, he wasn't going to eat it.
Dead Man Walking, he wasn't going to eat the chicken.
He was so hungry.
He wasn't going to eat the chicken.
She was just a nice old lady from Arkansas who brought some chicken from home. Yeah, in her purse for christ sake. What did she have soup in her shoes? He wasn't going to eat the chicken. But, it did smell pretty good. All KFC like.
No, he wasn't going to eat the chicken.
Wait, she was eating the chicken. She was eating the chicken.
He was really, really hungry.
He was eating the chicken.
Oh, my God, he was eating the chikn'. Out of some old lady's purse from Arkansas.
What the %$*@ was he thinking.
He quickly went to the restroom and flushed the chicken down the toilet.

Two days later on his flight home the plane had to be diverted because he was so sick from food poisoning and dehydration. Luckily, there were medical personell on the flight, he was taken to a local hospital, pumped full of fluids and released at 2 am to his own devises (nice huh?) to spend the rest of the night in the airport sleeping on the floor until he could fly home.

The moral of this story, talk all you want to strang old ladies from Arkansas, just don't take any chikin' from them when they open up their purse!

Say goodnight Gracie!