For the love of Cajun Chicken

Susan knew she was pushing it. Her fingers where hurting from typing. The hunger pangs and growling of her stomach had increased. She’d push them aside and continue to type.

She was pleased with the movement of her writing. While happy with the results her body wasn’t so thrilled.

The clock was ticking, it was reading 3:00 pm. Susan knew she’d better wrap things up or no chicken for her. On Sunday’s they stop cooking at 5:00 pm. This Sunday she wasn’t missing out one of her favorites, Cajun chicken.

In blink of an eye, the clock read 4;00 pm. “Crap. Just a couple more minutes.” Susan muttered out loud. Now the clock read 4:30 pm. Susan flew out of the house to find the parking lot full at Circle K.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” Stated Susan.

She walked into the store at 4:35 pm to find both cashiers had lines, long lines. They were ninety five percent men. All ordering her favorite chicken. Men with large appetites ordering the big box, which contains ten pieces of chicken. All she wanted was her two piece chicken tenders.

A sign of relief fell over her when she saw there was plenty of chicken tenders in the pan. Then reality hit. She was at the end of the line. The men in front of her and at the other cashier stand were ordering their large orders.

With a quick moving line the chicken was decreasing in the pans. “Great. No way am I getting any chicken.” She made eye contact with Jennifer an employee. They both did a fast smile to each other.

Two men ahead of Susan. She’s almost in reach of her favorite. The one man orders like eight hundred pieces of chicken with another ordering six hundred pieces. From her view the chicken tenders are gone. “Men!”

Susan turn arrived. She smiled at Jennifer, “I need to get here much earlier.” Said Susan. Jennifer replied, “We stop serving all hot foods at 5:00 pm. With the holiday’s we have more traffic in the store.”

“Do you have any chicken tenders?” Jennifer went to the hot food and asked Susan, “Do you mind taking several pieces of small ones? The jojo’s aren’t that many. Will you take the chicken and jojo’s with a blueberry biscuit.” Asked Jennifer.

Immediate response from Susan. “Sold.”

Published by Sarah "Bubbles"

I am a mom, nana, writer and amateur photographer. I write short stories to brighten your day. Maybe inspire you to feel better about yourself. Perhaps make healthier life choices. You are the one that is responsible for your life. You got this!

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