Hot Pockets

Back in high school, I worked part-time at a KFC. There was this one man who would come in, order a two-piece quarter pack, and then claim we forgot his chicken. When we turned around to fetch his drink at the end of the order, he would open the box, take out the chicken pieces, and hide them in his pockets. 

Hot chicken.

Right in his pockets.

It was so obvious that it was funny at first, but only at first.

He kept doing this, and I got so fed up with everyone just giving him extra chicken all the time that one time I snapped and said:

Me: “Hey! No more free chicken!”

Customer: “I didn’t get my chicken!”

Me: “Oh, really? Then turn out your pockets.”

Customer: “I… uh…”

Me: “Turn out your pockets and I’ll give you chicken.”

He actually did it! LO AND BEHOLD, this guy had his pockets full of drumsticks.

Me: “Get out.”

Customer: “You said if I turned out my pockets that you’d give me chicken!”

Me: *Pointing to the drumsticks.* “And there it is!”

The guy stormed out, calling us liars. For the rest of the day, my coworkers kept singing that Natasha Bedingfield “Pocket Full Of Sunshine” song, but with a twist:

Coworker: “I got a pocket, got a pocket, full of drumsticks…”