One day I was driving to the gym. To workout. Or nap in the steam room, whatever. But on the way, something caught my eye. The beloved KFC had been bulldozed down. It was an old school KFC with a buffet. It was at it's best shape, disgusting and wrong. You know, the kind where you can see the oil on the floor when you walk in? Still, the sheer smell as I left the gym after exerting such energy, burning calorie after calorie, reminded me of such joy as extra crispy fried chicken and sometimes drew me in to the depths of despair of nasty ass chicken in all it's glory. I don't even like chicken, really. Well, I'll eat it, if it's deep fried in a vat of oil. That's the only way I'll eat fish too. (Lent is very tough on me...the sacrifice it's meant to be, I'm sure.)
So, you can imagine the depression I immediately sank into when I saw that it was gone. I sulked for a few days. And then, on our way home from the smokey bar last night, Julz(holla!) and I drove by it and I started to weep. I would like to explain the importance of girlfriends at this time. Because Julz(holla!) goes above and beyond the call of duty. First of all, it's 1 a.m. and she's just escorted me to the bar so I could practice my comedy set. Because she just doesn't trust a bar tucked way in the depths of the Big O with a drive through bar attached. So, she insists on going with me. That's love. She's got to protect her 6'3" gal.
Even moreso is when we past the remains of the KFC and I start to weep, she explains that she has done some investigating.
"Don't worry Les, because I drove through the Fazoli's (next door) to get my one day worth of Weight Watcher points all in a bag of bread sticks. (They are totally worth it.) And I asked the guy what they were putting back up in the KFC's place. And you know what it is sweetie?"
"No" I blurted out through the tears.
"Oh sweetie, they're putting up another KFC. That one was in such bad shape, they're just building a whole new one."
Relief and then disgust that I'd eaten at a condemned restaurant overwhelmed me, but mostly relief. And sheer joy and the sincerity, savvyness, and kind hearted friend who would have the instinct to help me understand where my KFC had gone.
I think our relationship has just gone to another level.
That's how I roll.
Which leads me to wonder how overpriced KFC must be that they can just not clean at all, and when it gets dirty enough, they just bulldoze it and build a new one.
I do not question sanitation, nor cost of a good fried piece of meat. Les, I love you too! Folks, there is a drive thru liquor store hooked to this place! No joke. When I saw that I thought "Self, never again is she going here alone".