speeding chickens

No Clooney fantasies on the way to work this morning (and no, no rubbin’ of the bug either) but I did have the pleasure of lookin’ at about a hundred chicken butts. Yeah, that was fun…I was on the phone with Smash and we were having our usual ridiculous conversation about everything and nothing and she was complaining about the fact that she had some slow ass m*thr%f#ckr in front of her and damnit she was tired and wanted to get home when I started just cracking up. As she was talking about the guy in front of her, a big ass semi, loaded down with about a thousand cages loaded with at least a half a dozen chickens per cage, pulled out in front of me, and all I could see were chicken butts…well and one set of legs…one little guy had flipped upside down (that can’t be good) and his feet were sticking straight up.

So I realize in reality those poor little guys were headed for (shudder) their ultimate demise, and eventually the top of my Caesar salad, but in that moment all I could think was “well at least you don’t have the possibility of having your car covered in chicken shit,” and that cracked me up.

Managed to get to work without a showering of crap, Smash got home without ramming the guy in front of her, and it has been a great day…even without George showin’ up to pay me compliments and ask me the time.