Picture Monday: Chicken Edition

Five years and two kids into marriage, our Friday nights are not what some might call ‘wild and crazy’. They usually consist of a $10 Pizza Hut pizza, two Route 44 diet cokes from Sonic, and a trip to Publix. It was on our last trip to Publix, that I noticed something I thought was strange.

We were in the refrigerated section when I saw this:

They were probably best friends.

Several thoughts popped into my head immediately. I will try to list them chronologically:

1) Young chicken...wouldn't that be an egg?
2) Seriously though, that is about as "young chicken" as it gets.
3) Is "young chicken" really the best way to label this? Not only do I think it is incorrect, but I don’t think it is good marketing.
4) When I read “young chicken,” I imagine young little chicken children, probably wearing clothes too big for them because they are so cute and tiny they can’t find clothes that fit, running around playing freeze tag in some open field. When suddenly, a helicopter appears from over the horizon and descends just low enough that masked men can begin repelling out of the sides and snatching the young little chicken children away from the mother chickens, who had been picnicking off to the side and enjoying such a peaceful day. Then the masked men fly the young little chicken children back to their facility where they are kept inside a rusty chain link fence until the machines are ready to rip the young little chicken children's feathers out, chop their heads off, throw their bodies in a bag, and place them on Publix’s shelves.
5) Wonder if steak is on sale?

All of this reminds of a string of tweets I posted a few months back:

Just dropped a carton of eggs in the kitchen. Clean up sucks but what sucks more is the way those 12 little chicken lives just ended.

I imagine going out as a tasty omelet is held in high regard among chicken fetuses. But my kitchen floor? That is just shameful.

RIP 12 chicken lives I just ended. I’m sure you would have been delicious.

Life is hard sometimes, yall. For us and the chickens.

And if you are going to eat chickens, wait and let them live a full life first. But for the record, I’m not recommending you eat chickens you find that are already dead either. I think that is dangerous or something. I'm pretty sure that is what Bear Grylls said once. Though, I think he was talking about a wildebeest. Still, same rules probably apply.

Have you ever eaten a chicken you found already dead?

The Archived Post Relevant The Office Quote.

Michael: What happens to a company if somebody takes their boss away? I will answer your question with a question. It's like what happens to a chicken when you take its head away. It dies. Unless you find a new head. I need to see which one of these people have the skills to be a chicken head.