Church’s Chicken

This might be their worst location in America. I like to eat Church’s when I can since don’t have one nearby but this place makes it too hard. This last time was it for me. I have eaten here before but this time I couldn’t even get that far. I walk in and there are like 8 dudes just sitting looking depressed waiting for their food. The place stinks like satan’s beauty shop. I take my place in line behind the off-​duty cop in the hunting jacket talking to the disgraced former bank president (that one I am just guessing) and when he finishes his order I step forward, foolishly offering to turn over valid American currency for what will undoubtedly make me regret the presence of taste buds on my tongue. However, the cashier of the Church’s tag team walks over to the nearby kitchen area to watch the other team member work the fryer. And watches. And watches. There can be no doubt that my presence in front of the register indicated my willingness to contribute dollars to the cash register that she was ostensibly trying to fill. So I left and went to Popeye’s.