FrothySolutions
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30-something-see-your-breath degrees outside, bare hands full of chicken flesh and chicken juice. Eating it like it were corn on the cob.
When a few feet away from me I see a group of these other guys. They too are eating rotisserie chicken. And one of them says "It's good, huh? We got some too!" I notice the chicken, and we appreciate one another's taste in bird. They then say "Happy Thanksgiving!"
And damned if I didn't feel warmth in my heart. Real holiday magic. Brotherhood and bonding over things you can relate to. Like enjoying rotisserie chicken so much that you eat it with your bare hands in public. I'm counting this as my Thanksgiving dinner this year.
When a few feet away from me I see a group of these other guys. They too are eating rotisserie chicken. And one of them says "It's good, huh? We got some too!" I notice the chicken, and we appreciate one another's taste in bird. They then say "Happy Thanksgiving!"
And damned if I didn't feel warmth in my heart. Real holiday magic. Brotherhood and bonding over things you can relate to. Like enjoying rotisserie chicken so much that you eat it with your bare hands in public. I'm counting this as my Thanksgiving dinner this year.