It’s Finger-Licking, Tummy-Rubbing Good

I went to university in a small Cornish town. At this point, in the late 2000s, the town had very few international chains and almost no fast food restaurants. Eventually, though, a very famous fried chicken place came to our corner of Cornwall, and it caused a bit of a stir. There was excitement, indignation, anticipation, fear…

The strangest thing I saw was, a few days before the restaurant opened, a man standing in front of the windows looking in, stroking his tummy, and saying:

Man: “Oh, my God… Oh… my GOD… Ohh, myy Gooood…”

He was doing this over and over.

I hope he enjoyed his chicken.