We’re getting a Popeyes Chicken restaurant in my town and to be honest, I should be happier about this than I am. In fact, I am a bit on edge about it. Apparently, the food at Popeyes is so good, people go crazy when they can’t get it. On a recent Monday night, in Houston, for example, an armed group of people rushed the door of a Popeyes demanding chicken sandwiches.
Restaurant employees reported a mob of two women, three men and a baby were told at the drive-thru that the chicken sandwiches were sold out, a bit of bad news that apparently triggered the would-be customers, especially the baby who threw a total fit, over the top, in fact, even for a baby. That is when the hungry gang, not a chicken among them, not even the baby, took matters into their own hands and tried to get inside the restaurant. One man pulled a gun on the employees, but a restaurant worker was able to lock them out. When you work at Popeyes, you need to be skilled at thwarting attacks by armed mobs.
Call me chicken, no, don’t call me that, when discussing Popeyes. Maybe coward would be better terminology. But I don’t want to be walking past this new restaurant some night and have to put up with armed would-be diners, especially baby diners. Baby chicken eaters can be unpredictable. They’ll fling that stuff everywhere. I can just see me getting involved somehow and I don’t think that would turn out well for anyone. In fact, if I was hungry, who knows what side I might be on? I might take the baby hostage and demand four chicken sandwiches as ransom. Could happen.
Oh the humanity.
(Pardon my rudeness, but I think that guy with the gun was just one big dumb cluck.)
©2019 Jim Hagarty
