The Foodcourt

Recently on a lunch break I made the silly decision to spend it in the local mall's foodcourt.
Besides the crazy lady talking to herself, the overweight women shovelling KFC down their throats and the knee-height children mixing seasonal cold mucus with their milkshakes, I overheard a snipet (thats right, snipet- what a cool word) of a conversation:

"Oh Shaz*, that looks really good."
"Yeh Maz*, its skin-free chicken salad."

* Names may have been changed to increase ocker-ness of those involved.

These simple two lines got me thinking.
Skin-free chicken, not skinless chicken. Skin-free, because skin is evil and not wanted.
Does this give you images of little chickens running around without any skin?
"They are bred that way, skin-free chickens, to aid in eating. Decend from ancient Native American Cherokee chickens with were scalp-free. With slight genetic modifications."

Well, thats what I thought.

My other thought of the day stemmed for my need for a straw, and me walking past a butchers and wondering if they would have straws, then i thought, of course they dont have straws, they're butchers, what would they have straws for?

This question also made me think for some time.

Mainly of vampire people sticking straws into large parts of meat and sucking blood out of it.
You'd prob need a Maccas mcflurry diameter straw for this activity.
Or very strong sucking muscles.
Vampires are probaby born with these anyways.
(strong sucking muscles, that is, not Maccas straws. But you never know..)

The outcome of this story:
There are no straws at the butcher. Walk a few metres and you can get one from the adjoining cafe.