Here in Southern Delaware, we are the broiler chicken capital of the world.
Everyday you see trailer trucks carrying cages of chickens bound for the three processing plants in our county. These chickens are grown locally, and it is a huge business here.
Three large plants require an untold number of chickens to be delivered everyday.
People have jobs like “eviscerator process foreman”, etc.
When we see these trucks on the highway, my wife can’t bear to look at them.
So I provide her with a running commentary, like:
“Oh look, honey, the chickens think they are going for a ride. Yeah, their first and last ride!”
” There’s tomorrow’s Chicken McNuggets!”
” Hey, chickens, guess what’s for supper? YOU!”
Or: when we are buying packaged chickens at the supermarket: “Look, honey. We saw this chicken on the truck on Monday! I thought he looked familiar.”
Thank God she loves me.
She was celebrating her promotion at the local Con-Agra chicken processing plant. She started out as a "buttonholer" and was moving up to wing slicer.