More stupid chicken encounters:
A guy I work with wanted some company to go to Chicken Express. I don't like to eat meat where I don't know where it came from. Chicken Express, odds are it is a Tyson monstrosity. He orders his food, and I decide the sides would be okay. I order some mash potatoes and fries. The woman behind the counter asks me if I want any chicken. I politely replied, that I would not, I butcher my own. She exclaims, "That's horrible!"
My thought, is you spend your day selling dismembered chicken parts, where do you think they come from?