Before the
bbq we decided to go to Bay Street as Kristin had a coupon for the
Sunglass Hut (which isn't a hut anymore, by the way) and her fancy phone broke so she needed to go to
Cingular. Paul and I visited Issac at the bake shop and got free cupcakes. Then we went to
Cingular. In the back there is a play station set up for kids. I sat down at it with Paul and started building train tracks. We realized they're probably really
germy so we stopped. I looked across the table, and this is what I saw:
Fried chicken. Hanging out on the table. Just hanging.
Maxin' and
relaxin. With some encouragement from Drew & Paul, I decided to take a picture. After I snapped this fabulous photo (literally maybe 5 seconds later) this little boy comes running up to me with a chicken bone sticking out of his mouth and says (in a passive whiny sort of high pitched voice), "hey that's my
chiiicken." He then grabs it and runs away. Drew's (and
Kristin's) reaction follows:
While, I am aware this wasn't MY meal, I felt it was my
responsibility to share his meal with the last night's patty community.
Fried chicken. Hanging out on the table. Just hanging. Maxin' and relaxin. With some encouragement from Drew & Paul, I decided to take a picture. After I snapped this fabulous photo (literally maybe 5 seconds later) this little boy comes running up to me with a chicken bone sticking out of his mouth and says (in a passive whiny sort of high pitched voice), "hey that's my chiiicken." He then grabs it and runs away. Drew's (and Kristin's) reaction follows:
While, I am aware this wasn't MY meal, I felt it was my responsibility to share his meal with the last night's patty community.
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