Thursday, September 27, 2012

The Chicken Lady


            My friend mentioned to me that if the dogs should somehow escape that they’ll run to a neighbor’s house, for the neighbor was prone to feed them chicken. Sure enough, that’s where I found them. They were barking at her gate. The lady was in a tizzy when I walked up. She was trying to hold back her dogs, and greet the yappy dogs that had escaped.
            She was an older skinny lady. She was wearing a pair of blue short pants that displayed her rail thin legs.
            “Hi my name is Anthony.”
            “Don’t you have control of those dogs?”
            “Not really.”
            “You’ve got to control them!”
            I felt myself ready to anger with her comment, but I didn’t fall into the trap and decided to charm her instead. I gave her the soft eyes and wit, mixed with some honesty and pinch of humility, by the end of the conversation the chicken lady was mine.
            “You’re such a handsome young man,” she said to me before I departed.
            Thank you chicken lady.

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