There are many serious things in this world which deserve my disdain- infidelity, cancer, and certain female senators running for President of the
2. Chicken trucks. Recently, I have found myself behind Tyson chicken trucks more often than I would like. Now, I am not talking about these:
No, we’re talking the trucks with caged, live, squawking chicks. As feathers fly from the truck, I can not help but reflect on the foreshadowing of the fate of these little animals. Now, I eat my fair share of poultry and very much enjoy each bite, but I would rather not be reminded of the origin of my meals while enjoying a nice jaunt down Route 288. In fact, the last time I found myself speeding past a chicken truck, desperately trying to pass it and escape the cloud of feathers around it, I wondered to myself if the Virginia State Police would have pity on me were I to be pulled over for speeding. I would like to think so.
So there you have it- oh and guess what’s for dinner tonight…