Sunday, September 9, 2012
What does "Little" have to do with KFC, anyway?
First- the day some psychopath starts spitting chicken parts at me while giving some bullshit pep talk, I get up and walk out. I don't give a damn if you just bought me "lunch" (more about this in a minute.) I don't get paid enough to have your greasy spittle showing down on me while I'm looking at this disgusting crap you just handed out.
It's called eating, swallowing, and then speaking. Most of us learn this at the dinner table, before the age of six. You, sir, are a pig.
Second- I actually can't believe that it took this long for KFC to come up with mini-sandwich called a "Chicken Little." It seems so obvious, it's a wonder why it didn't make the original menu (then again, NO sandwich made the original menu, so maybe I shouldn't be all that surprised.)
Third- we all know damned well that thirty seconds after the brains at New Product Development came up with the idea of wrapping a tiny bit of pressed chicken parts held together by deep-fried batter and slapping it on a bun, the other brains at Corporate came up with the idea of Super-Sizing the "little" sandwiches. I'm willing to bet that if I drive over to KFC right now, I'll find Chicken Little Value Meals- maybe 3-4 of these things and a gallon of soda for $5.99 or thereabouts. Don't try to tell me that they actually expect the greasy flab brigade which makes KFC a part of it's regular routine is actually going to be popping in for one $1.29 mouthful of chicken hiding in a bun. No WAY that's happening. Like being "little?" Don't eat at KFC. Tossing down this crap might make your lifespan slightly smaller, but that's about it.
Meanwhile, this jackass could at least pass out umbrellas before he launches into his pathetic rant. Pointy ones. Because-- "little boy pants?" Really?