They Don’t Feel Like Chicken Tonight

(For casual family gatherings, my mom likes to pick up fried chicken, and then make enough sides for everyone at home. We don’t think anything of it, until this happened.)

Mom: “Hi, I’d like two buckets of original style chicken.”

Cashier: Oh… um… okay…” *wanders off*

(Mom and I exchange confused looks, even more so when the cashier returns with the manager.)

Manager: “Ma’am, for large orders like this, we prefer you call ahead. We can make it, but it’ll be a wait.”

Mom: “I’m sorry. I didn’t think that was a large order. We’re happy to wait.”

(We pay for our order, and fifteen minutes pass, with Mom getting more annoyed as she thinks about what’s happened. Finally, they hand us our food.)

Manager: “Next time you have an order this large, you really need to call ahead.”

Mom: “If you don’t have two buckets of chicken available at six o’clock on a Saturday night, you’ve got bigger problems than me.”