Today I picked up our office lunch that included SIX whole chickens. When I got back to the office, I discovered there was four. So I called.
Me: Hi, this is Andria, I just picked up that huge order, and we’re short on some chickens.
Him: No, it’s all there.
Me: No, there are all the sides, the kabobs, and four chickens. There should be six.
Him: No, they’re all there.
Me: (sigh) There are eight pieces to a whole chicken. We have 32 pieces.
Him: 32 CHICKENS? THAT’S TOO MANY!!!!
Me: THIRTY TWO PIECES.
Him: That’s still too much!
Me: Dude, do you know what you do for a living? You run a restaurant. That sells chicken. I would like to think you’d know how many pieces there are in a whole chicken.
Him: 32 is too many, you didn’t pay for all those!
Me: You’re right, I have 32 chickens. 32 chickens to feed 20 people. I shoved 32 chickens in my tiny Honda Civic along with all the other food. THIRTY TWO CHICKENS.
Him: Do you want to pay by credit card?
Me: You know we’re never coming back, right?