First of all, nothing against imigrants. We are, after all, a continent of imigrants. There was a bit of a language problem though, which might have exacebated confusion. Do NOT ask for a breast (read that again). The clerk countered each of my queations with a sugestion that I purchase some package with five or six sides. All I wanted was a drumstick and a breast. We eventually narrowed it down to the 2-piece special with fries ( $5.99). I asked how much without the fries, and she replied 5.49 (I think). Then I asked how much for one drumstick and a breast. With a very concerned look she said, "oh, that will be more!" If this woman had been selling cars, I would have left with a Hummer. I was wornout. I might have been negotiating for a house, but this was over two pieces of chicken for crying out loud. I cryed out FINE, WHATEVER, I'd like ONE drumstick and ONE breast. I think my next error was saying, "to go, please". They dropped two pieces into a box, the box into a bag... and said $7.79. All the while I just want to be finished. I am a good negotiator, but this person was really good. She had me and she knew it. I paid, grabbed my bag, apologized to the folks waiting behind me, and left. When I got into the car, I told my wife I wasn't sure what had happened at KFC. When we got back to the hotel room, I opened the box to find a drumstick and a full breast (yes, two sides connected by cartilage in the center) about the size that I would expect to find on a pigeon. I have no idea what it was, but what they gave me did not come off a chicken. Then I surprised myself. I ate it. You know what? It reminded me of the squab Perinos used to serve- which tasted just like chicken. My wife is still laughing.
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