Chicken piece

I wanted to name this post "Perks of Fidelity". But that sounded like a mouthful. And besides, what is fidelity anyway? Since I'm not going to answer that question, I shall move on.

Non-vegetarians will relate to the contents of this post a lot more than my vegetarian fellow beings. So I feel bad on behalf of all the vegetarians. Actually, I don't. I never told you to relinquish meat. So try and keep up with what you're about to read!

If you consume chicken, then, at the time of being served your portion of chicken on your plate, your universe revolve around one single objective, that being...

I must get the biggest chicken piece!

 Sometimes, you succeed, and sometimes, you don't. And the day you do manage to succeed, you realize that you couldn't have been happier on that given day, until of course the person you like, asks you out or something. Hmm... Slim chances of that, I guess. Nevertheless, my boy/girl!! Enjoy the chicken, while it lasts! It's going to to be shit tomorrow anyway. Eww!

I have been eating from the same college mess for almost 2 years. This is despite that my college has 8 messes in total. But I like the food I get in my current mess. And I find very few other satisfied customers, as far as college mess food is concerned. Wow! I started ranting again. Didn't I?

Since I've been in the same mess for quite some time, I know the guys who work at the mess like they were an extension of my family. Besides, my quirky demeanor helps set up a rapport with people quickly, or so I think. Specially if I am dealing with people I like, which is again a rare case. So the guys at the mess know me, I know them, and I find that we are one bunch of happy people!

Today when I went to the mess for dinner, I was at the serving counter. There were two folks standing to serve. The first one served me the chicken portion I was entitled to for the evening. It was the leg-piece of a chicken. I was almost about to cry, as I hate the leg piece. Not much meat, you see?

The second guy at the counter reprimanded the chap who served me the chicken, and told him to serve me the piece with the most meat! I did not look into the mirror to see my face, because I didn't have one. But I'm sure my face looked something like this..

Nah, my face would look more like....

 Okay. I'm sure you got the idea. AND HENCE GOES THE STORY OF THE DAY AFTER WHICH I SHALL GET BIG CHICKEN PIECES EVERY TIME  THERE'S CHICKEN BEING SERVED! That last line just made me realize how small things have huge potential in making us insanely happy! I could still use some magic that's left in the day and get asked out by someone. Yeah! I truly believe that there's nothing called "Asking for too much". Bloody hell! There's no limit to how happy you can be. Emotions are qualitative!

If there's one thing that I still wonder,  it is that, had I not been in the same mess for the duration that I have been in it, would I still have got that bigger meatier chicken piece. I'm sure I wouldn't have. Well, now that's perks fidelity can buy. For everything else, there's MONEY! Anyway, here goes nothing....

I'm belly-full with cuckdoo koo!

And I got loads of work to do,

Maybe I'll get asked out today,

Maybe it's a matter of a day or two!

Dream on! Dream on! Dream on! Dream on!

Dream on! Dream on! Dream on! Dream on till your dreams come true!!

(Thank you, Aerosmith!)