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Once, when I was about 5 months pregnant with Matthew, Steve and I bought a nice box of chicken. It was what was left-over at the end of the day, so very cheap. But the size of the box was nice too...made for a couple of snacktimes.

Anyway, a few days later, I went to the deli to get another box of that chicken, even though I knew it wouldn't be on sale.

I asked the deli worker if she had a box of chicken the same size as the ones that sell at the end of the day. She started in on me like you would not believe. Said "Maaaaay'uuuuummmm, we don't sell that chikin for that price all daaaaaaayyyy." Like I was some kind of moron! She said a whole bunch of stuff, but I can't remember...I just remember she was very condescending.

Boy, I went off. I told her she was speaking to a college educated woman, not some high-school dropout that has to work behind a chicken counter. The manager came over and I told him that I didn't need some kid lecturing me about chicken prices (I was 32 years old at the time)...all I wanted was a box of chicken the same size as the ones they put on sale!

The manager gave me the chicken and we traded with that store for the entire time we lived there.

...all I wanted was a box of chicken the same size as the ones they put on sale!

When our youngest turned one we had a family birthday party. My wife makes a great North Carolina barbeque that cooks in a slow cooker for about 8 hours. But ours had broken so she borrowed one. Apparently it didn't get hot enough so the meat spoiled.

ANYWAY, it was Sunday, so she called Wal-Mart (this was before she started working for them) and asked for the 50 piece chicken special. She was told they need a 24 hour notice. So she asked what size boxes of chicken they had.

"Six pieces."

"Okay, I'd like eight, six-piece boxes..."

"You can have the 50 piece..."

Sometimes you just have to push a little extra.