Deb - Bamboo 8
One day while I was staring at an ugly root vegetable at the veggie stand, a woman tapped me on the shoulder and asked if I wanted a chicken. Thinking of the delicious rotisserie chicken—the local fast-food option—I said, “Yes. Oh, wait. Is it cooked?”
“Senora, it isn’t even dead,” she said.
The leap from pot to pet would be made in record time if I took home a live chicken. Instead, I got my chicken at another local shop ready to cook.