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I don't mean to get in the way of Rich's SPECTACULAR story meeting the real McCoy's and all that happened with them BUT I had a pretty weird experience of my own just a couple hours ago.
A guy from my complex dropped off at my doorstep not one, not two, not three, four nor even five but an even TWELVE - TWELVE - whole cooked chickens from the local grocery store. He also added a 2 liter of root beer, a large pizza, and a salad. All of this because I once gave him a couple fruit bars as we were watching some baseball game a few years ago. God, I know that sounds strange. It IS strange. Believe me. Furst thing I do is try talking him out of giving me all that free grub. To no avail however. Next I decide I might as well enjoy some of it. I eat one of the birds. Then I'm thinking there's no way I can fit the rest of these in my fridge so I knock on doors - frenetically hoping for someone to answer. Then I hand them a chicken after answering many questions.
During all of that I come across the "giver" and I re-tell him I didn't need anything in return from the two fruit bars I gave him two years ago. Then he says he'll give me some ice cream too. ha I'm already weirded out enough. Now he wants to give me some ice cream to boot. Oy!
This guy does have a mental illness - hey, so do I - but he still should not be handing out that much food like that. Way over done. So I gave away ten of the chickens to other people in my apartment complex. I was almost shoving it in their faces. haha The most I gave anyone was two whole chickens. Which is still alot. But it's not TWELVE!
A guy from my complex dropped off at my doorstep not one, not two, not three, four nor even five but an even TWELVE - TWELVE - whole cooked chickens from the local grocery store. He also added a 2 liter of root beer, a large pizza, and a salad. All of this because I once gave him a couple fruit bars as we were watching some baseball game a few years ago. God, I know that sounds strange. It IS strange. Believe me. Furst thing I do is try talking him out of giving me all that free grub. To no avail however. Next I decide I might as well enjoy some of it. I eat one of the birds. Then I'm thinking there's no way I can fit the rest of these in my fridge so I knock on doors - frenetically hoping for someone to answer. Then I hand them a chicken after answering many questions.
During all of that I come across the "giver" and I re-tell him I didn't need anything in return from the two fruit bars I gave him two years ago. Then he says he'll give me some ice cream too. ha I'm already weirded out enough. Now he wants to give me some ice cream to boot. Oy!
This guy does have a mental illness - hey, so do I - but he still should not be handing out that much food like that. Way over done. So I gave away ten of the chickens to other people in my apartment complex. I was almost shoving it in their faces. haha The most I gave anyone was two whole chickens. Which is still alot. But it's not TWELVE!
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