Yesterday, Belle gave me a list and sent me to the grocers. This had proven, in the past, to be a disaster, but she figured she would try it once again. I got to the grocery and worked the list, and headed for the checkout line. One of the items on the list was a rotisserie chicken. One of those pre-cooked chickens that we use in recipes.
As I was checking out, I noticed that I had forgotten to load the chicken in the cart, so I mentioned to the cashier, a young lady. "Don't let me forget that dead chicken."
She looked up, startled, "Dead?"
I loaded the bag into the cart. "Yeah, sweetie. I'm fairly sure that this chicken is deceased."
As I pushed the cart through the door, she was still laughing.