Today I went to the Spoke for lunch. I figured I'd get some poutine before my next class. So I ordered the poutine and ended up waiting in line for a good 4-ish minutes. They were still frying up the fries, so other people got their orders before I did. I got a little antsy waiting. Soon after, they had finished preparing chicken fingers and fries on a plate. They must've figured it was my order, as did the people in line as they gestured for me to get it. I was thinking "well, this is probably heathier than poutine, and it apparently costs more. And fuck you guys for making me wait," so I took the chicken figures - a decision I immediately regretted. The chicken was so dry and I was so thirsty. The chicken was also pretty hard and crunchy on the outside. I'm pretty sure that son of a bitch'en cut my mouth. Why did I turn my back on the poutine?
Moral of this story: don't turn back on you're trusted friend for chicken.
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