So, I go over to the house of the chicken-eating man.
He looks as normal as you or I. He sees me walking up and runs out to meet me with a big smile on his face.
“It is so good to see you again!” he exclaimed. “The kids said you were in town.”
He threw out his hand and I warmly shook it. And that was when the comical side of this whole affair almost did me in.
If I swore, I’d swear that as I loosed his hand from mine that I had an overwhelming urge to break out into the chicken strut and start cackling. Seriously! And, on top of that, I had a sudden desire to eat fried chicken! It was all I could think about.
Then I got tickled. You know that laugh that you don’t want to laugh but it is almost impossible to stiffle. That was what I had. It was horrible! Then I got choked and starting coughing while I was trying not to laugh. I know I looked like I was possessed.
He ran to get me a glass of water. As I drank it he noticed me sniffing the glass and said,
“I’m sorry, but the smell kinda permeates the house when we cook. Do you like chicken?”
That was when I lost it!