It was Monday Sept 30th. We were both picking up some boneless, skinless chicken breast. You pointed out the bigger deal to me…and I was so taken with you that I barely registered what you had said. So many things to say came to mind later like “I make a mean stir-fry” or something…anything. In any event you had so much chicken there that you must be cooking for more than one so it’s certainly possible you might have simply been trying to be helpful…but if that’s not it then I apologize for not saying more. You were naturally beautiful and made a pink-ish sweater, and tight jeans, look like a runway display. I am normally a pretty confident guy but you stole my ability to speak. I saw your mouth moving but all I could think was “wow she looks great”…It was a “Homer Simpson” moment…

I know you had a big night of chicken cooking planned and I hope it went well.

Thanks for the assist, the world is a better place simply by having you in it. —Stunned Chicken Shopper

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