Two Left Feet

 I'm a thigh man. I like thighs hot, meaty and juicy. I could eat thighs all day everyday. I'm not that interested in breasts, legs or wings. When I visit Popeye's, KFC, or any restaurant that serves chicken, I only ever order thighs. I'm asked if I want spicy or mild, and I always opt for mild. I also always make sure that they understand that I must have a right thigh and a left thigh. I was at Popeye's the other day and I wanted to be sure that I received my order exactly to my specifications. The girl behind the counter appeared a bit confused by my order and went to consult with the manager. They spoke softly among themselves - I couldn't hear what they were saying, but they kept looking at me. I wasn't sure why. Then they started sifting through their stock. I was in a hurry. I had an important appointment, and I wanted to eat quickly and get to my destination. The line was growing behind me and I could sense the frustration of my fellow customers. I almost felt as if they were becoming angry with me. It must have been my imagination. Why would they be angry with me? I wasn't the one who was giving new meaning to the term 'fast food'. Finally the girl comes back to the counter and asks me if I would like to order something else. "No, thank you", I replied. "I want the thighs". The line behind me was a little shorter by now. I guess my fellow patrons grew impatient, and they decided to go somewhere else. They probably had important appointments to get to also and couldn't wait around for the employees to figure out how to do their jobs. I started feeling bad for the girl behind the counter. Maybe it was her first day on the job and she wasn't yet  familiar with all of the menu items. She told me that she would not be able to fulfill my order as I had requested. Feeling that it might have been her first day and she was probably in training, I tried to be patient with her, but I was going to be late for my appointment. I decided to cut my order in half and revised my order to just one thigh and a biscuit. No drink...I had a bottle of Poland Spring with me, and that would suffice. By the time I received my order, I was the only customer left on the line. Suddenly, as I was eating my hurried meal, I received a phone call. My appointment had been postponed for another hour. Hmmm ... so I really wanted that second thigh, and now I had the time for it, so I went back up to the counter to order the second thigh. The girl behind the counter suddenly disappeared and another worker stepped up to the counter to take my order. I asked what happened to the girl with whom I had placed my order earlier. Apparently, I was told, she suddenly fell ill and had asked to go home. I asked her for a thigh - the hottest, meatiest, juiciest one she had. I told her how much I really loved her thighs. This girl was obviously a little more tenured at Popeye's. She asked me If I wanted a left one or a right one. She recognized that I didn't want to eat a chicken that had two left feet. That's my kind'a girl, and I will always be a loyal customer at that particular Popeye's because of her.