The Great Chicken Kerfuffle: A Repost

I’ve only been blogging here since March and so really, I thought it was a little silly to repost anything quite so soon. Then, I started thinking about the fact that I have so many new readers that missed the first months of life here at Living Between the Lines. I’ve got to give the new readers a chance to catch up. So, in honor of my friend Wendy’s “Life is Funny” theme, I decided to make my first repost a funny one. Here it is: “The Great Chicken Kerfuffle”:

Every spring and every fall, the Pentecostal Holiness Church in Falcon (the little town I work in) has a barbecue chicken plate fundraiser.  They have artfully perfected the preparation of the yardbird.  On each plate, they put a half of a chicken, barbecued of course, some nice green beans, potatoes, a roll, and dessert.  A delicious bargain at $6.  Each time they have the fundraiser, I buy more and more plates for friends, neighbors, and family members because as far as I am concerned, good food for a good cause is a good thing.

Last week, I pre-ordered 4 plates.  I’m spending the weekend with my parents and so I know that the grocery offering will be appreciated.  This morning, I talked to some friends about the dinner and by 5:00, when I headed home from work, I had called and increased my order to 12 plates.

My lovely friend Barbara (wave to the crowd, B!) was meeting me at my house to cut my hair at 5:30 and so I was in a rush when I left work.  I ran into the kitchen at the church to grab my 12 plates.  They were ready.  I handed them a check.  They handed me the bags.  I smiled at the pastor’s wife, waved at the Sunday school secretary, grabbed my three bags full of chicken, and ran out the door.  I came home, set the bags on the counter, and went out onto the back porch for Barbara to cut my hair.  Life was good.

A few minutes after 6, my friends and I came into the kitchen to divvy up the plates.  I began opening bags and when all of the bags were unloaded, I only had 9 plates.  Stop.  Rewind.  Scroll up and check my order.  I ordered 12.  I paid for 12.  I received 9.  *SIGH*

Did I mention that I live 18.5 miles from Falcon?

I called the church and told them of the mistake.  They asked if I’d like to come pick up the 3 stragglers.  Did I mention that I live 18.5 miles from Falcon?  I told the pastor’s wife, “No, thanks.  I’ll just get a refund for those 3 on Monday.”  The sweet lady, bless her pea-pickin’ heart, had already grabbed a deacon, shoved 3 plates in his hands and told him my exit number.  (I live two miles off of I-95.)

On my way up to the Waffle House to meet the deacon who was delivering the chicken, I called my Dad and said, “Daddy, how bad do you really want this chicken?”  I told him what had happened.  He laughed for a moment and then got serious.  “You’d better bring me my chicken!  I’ve been lookin’ forward to that chicken!”  Now, happily, his four chicken plates are in my icebox.  But I’m so disgusted with chicken that I’m seriously thinking about having cereal for supper…

On a more serious note, this week, I’m driving my Mom’s stylish PT Cruiser.  Why?  Because my car’s in the shop.  About 2,000 miles ago, my service engine light came on.  The car didn’t seem to be doing anything odd, so I ignored the little red light.  Monday, however, we put Little Goldie into the car hospital.  Today–before the great chicken mixup–I got the diagnosis on my car.

Are you ready for this?

For the 2nd time in less than 6 months, squirrels (those dirty little rats!) gnawed through my fuel line.  Squirrels!  Gnawed through my fuel line!  *insert furious scream here*  Not only that, but the mechanic says that within 12 months, I should expect major engine repairs.  *SIGH*

What a day!  Cheerios anyone?

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Comments

  1. Know what I think? The squirrels were trying to get you back for the chickens. Just sayin’…

  2. Nice of them to agree to meet you so you didn’t have to drive the whole way to get your chicken. And…. holding-back-rush-of-squirrel-jokes….

  3. I have a friend at work who also had squirrels eating thru lines on her car just in the last month. I had not heard of that until then.

    I think I may have told you this before. My great grandparents used to run a small grocery shop there in Falcon in the center of town in the early 70’s. I remember stopping there when I was a child and my grandpa getting me an ice cream. My grandpa was born just outside of Falcon on a farm on the road that runs thru the center of town. His family later moved to the next community called Wade. I haven’t been to that area in several years since my great grandparents have passed away.

  4. Sarah Salter says:

    Jeff, you had told me about your great grandparents. That’s pretty cool. Most of the people who have heard of Falcon are people that have lived at or worked at Falcon Children’s Home. Other than that, most folks have never heard of our little speck-on-the-map. And my boss and some of my co-workers live in Wade. If you ever come East, you ought to come see us. :-)

  5. Sarah,
    I forgot to thank you for the chicken. It was some of the best BBQ Chicken. Did I also tell you, I don’t eat squirrels. Thanks for reminding me how good the chicken tasted. Is your car driving all right?

  6. Ahhhh, good times. Good times. :)

  7. lol I remember hearing about this. Forgot about the PT Cruiser, though. I gots me one of those! (Yes, I placed the incorrect grammar on purpose) I absolutely HATE it. I want a truck!

  8. Sarah, I’m so glad you reposted this article. What a hoot! Doggone squirrels!!! And now I’m hungry for chicken. It’s 8:10 in the morning and you’ve me wanting chicken. LOL

  9. Stephanie Oldham Mathis says:

    Have you seen the Geico commercial in which two squirrels slap a “high-five” after they cause a fender-bender? LOL (Of course now, the pot hole with an extremely twangy Southern accent and the pipe sticking out of the wall in a parking garage are the big stars of that company’s commercials now!) 😀

  10. I remember all of that.. We need to give the Squirrels something “lethal” to eat beside those wires. LOL.. Or call some of our FCF friends and let them take care of them…..

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