Foul

Hey Kentucky Fried Chicken, you're on my list! One day a week* I let myself eat crap for lunch, and for me, that means swinging by KFC.  Now, normally I would order my usual two crunchy tacos from your esteemed Taco Bell division, along with two Original Wings. But since there has been yet another outbreak of salmonella or botulism or whatever at one your national Taco Bell "restaurants", I decided I better skip the tacos and go with four Original Wings instead.

I should have guessed there was a problem when I was handed the bag at the drive-up window. It didn't have the heft I would normally associate with four, lard-laden chicken parts. But I was way late for lunch, so between my hunger and the anticipation of my upcoming bout of acid reflux, I drove away blissfully unaware.

It's when I got back to work that I suspected something was wrong. Not only was the bag too light, but where were the tell-tale grease stains that should have been soaking through the container by now? Imagine my shock, SHOCK, when I opened the box and found...I'm not sure what, but it wasn't what I ordered. I'd been robbed! You charged me for four Original Wings and stuck me with...these??? I admit that, in my desperation, I attempted to eat one of these... things, and that just fueled my rage even more.

Exhibit A

Naturally, like any good American, my first reaction was to sue the bastards for the emotional distress I suffered. But that would be letting them off too easy. I need to send them a message... loud and clear!

Next time I'll just have the tacos.

*(I'm talking weekdays, the weekend isn't open for discussion)