It seems the ghetto people working at Bojangles can't count. I go in and order an 8 piece. I open the box...7 pieces of chicken. Oookay,..."excuse me, miss, I ordered an 8 piece."
"oh, sorry suga, hold on..."she takes the box from me and disappears for a few minutes. She comes back and hands me another box. I open it. Guess what?...STILL only 7 pieces of chicken. "excuse me, ma'am, I still only have 7 pieces of chicken."
"Sorry baby, my mind is just not here today." she takes the box and comes back again. This time there ARE 8 pieces, but only legs and wings. I never went back to that particular Bojangles again.
~NoN
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*someday...if it's in God's will*
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