True story:

It's 9:35 pm, yesterday. A huge white and red sign with the good 'ol colonel greets me as I pull up to the local Davis, California Kentucky Fried Chicken drive through.

Girl working drive-through: "Hi, welcome to KFC. Take a look at the menu and let me know when you're ready to order."

Me: "Can I get two breasts, please?"

(Inexplicably long pause)

"Excuse me?"

"Two breasts, please."

"That'll be 3.89 at the window. Thank you."

I slip the clutch a little more than usual so that a nice 2000rpm tenor exhaust grunt'll trail me all the way to the window.

"3.89 please. You know,I thought you were kidding when you asked me for two breasts."

At this point, I'm wondering how common my order must be - two chicken breasts at a fried chicken joint. She hands me a box, and I open it to find two of the largest breasts I've ever seen from KFC.

She smiles. "Would you like some hot sauce with that?"