The Story of the Bird

I was eating at Double's Court for dinner today and I ordered a chicken filet for 3 dollars and 21 cents. To my surprise, the waiter dropped a white bird on my plate, feathers still attached. I pushed the bird away and demanded for the food to be redone, but the waiter was very firm that the food had cleared FDA regulations - with high marks. Not wanting to make a racket in public, I let the waiter package the bird for take-away. Unhappy, starving, and hurried, I drove the bird home. I decided to cook it myself, although this would be a long shot since I only make sandwiches.In the kitchen, I plucked the dumb thing, smashed it with some spices, and threw it in the oven. 10 minutes later, I knew the dish would be a success as I lifted it out of the oven. The bird was served for dinner that night.

In case you didn't catch my wicked humor:

I was eating at Double's Court for dinner today and I ordered a chicken filet for 3 dollars and 21 cents. To my surprise, the waiter dropped a white bird on my plate, feathers still attached. I pushed the bird away and demanded for the food to be redone, but the waiter was very firm that the food had cleared FDA regulations - with high marks. Not wanting to make a racket in public, I let the waiter package the bird for take-away. Unhappy, starving, and hurried, I drove the bird home. I decided to cook it myself, although this would be a long shot since I only make sandwiches. In the kitchen, I plucked the dumb thing, smashed it with some spices, and threw it in the oven. 10 minutes later, I knew the dish would be a success as I lifted it out of the oven. The bird was served for dinner that night.