Chicken!

I'll admit that I often times get myself into some strange, albeit awkward, situations. The following story, however, happened just shortly after we moved to Singapore, so I just want to say that it was not completely my fault....it just took me a little off guard.

(ring...ring...)

Adam: This is Adam.

Me: Uh...hey babe, it's me. I, uh...well,I'm just wondering what time you will be coming home?

Adam: Uh, the normal time. Why?

Me: Well, you see...how do I explain this...

Adam: What's going on?

Me: Okay, I'm just going to say it. There is a chicken in the kitchen and I'm afraid to touch it.

Adam: Hold on just a second...are you saying there's a live chicken in the kitchen!?

Me: No, I didn't say it was alive. I just said it was in the kitchen.

(silence)

Me: Are you there?

Adam: I don't see what the problem is.

Me: The problem is, when I took the whole chicken out of the package, something poked my hand. At first, I thought it was a stray piece of plastic, but when I flipped the chicken over in search of the plastic, the neck and head of the chicken swung around and its beak poked me in the arm. That's when I realized that I was actually grabbing the chicken feet that had been tucked under the skin to keep them in place.

Adam: (Laughing) What did you do with the chicken?

Me: I threw the chicken and after sliding across the counter, it hit the wall and hasn't moved since. And it's really creeping me out because I half expect it to get up and walk away, considering all the necessary body parts have been left in tact. I mean, who, in their right mind actually sells them with those body parts attached?!

Adam: Can't you just put it in the fridge until I get home?

Me: Are you kidding me? I'm not touching that thing with a 10 foot pole! Besides...it keeps looking at me.

Adam: It's dead.

Me: I'm not convinced of that.

Adam: Ask Isaiah to help you.

Me: He's weirded out too.

Adam: Figure out how to get it in the fridge and I will deal with it when I get home.

Me: Fine. Bye.

Adam: Bye.

Me: Isaiah, Dad says you need to put the chicken in the fridge....