This is What Happens When You Take the "C" Out of "KFC"

This one, ladies and gents, is such an example of a complete and utter failure to communicate or use the common sense that God gave a chicken strip that I've abandoned the usual structure of my entries and will just give it to you straight free-form. Can we just chalk this one up to comic relief?

The place is the KFC on Rte. 1 in Beltsville, MD. The date was yesterday, 8/2/07, around 5:30 p.m. The following is the paraphrased conversation that took place between my wife (Mrs. Vent) and what had to be the "special" order taker on the other end of the drive-thru intercom connection:

KFC: Hello and welcome to KFC. May I take your order, please?

Wife: Give me one moment please while I decide.

KFC: Ok, take your time...
KFC (one minute later): Are you ready to order now?
Wife: One second.
KFC: Ok.

Wife: Ok, I'm ready. I'd like 12 pieces of chicken...
KFC: It'll be a 20 minute wait for chicken. We don't have any chicken.
Wife: Excuse me? Could you repeat that?
KFC: We don't have any chicken; it'll be 20 minutes.
Wife: You don't have any chicken?
KFC: No.
Wife: So what do you have?
KFC: We have side orders and drinks.
Wife: Oh. Ok. Thanks, but never mind.

**Crickets chirping...Mouth agape in complete disbelief...Scanning parking lot for Punk'd or Jamie Kennedy Experiment cameras.Yeah, exactly. Off to Wendy's.**

Epilogue
This one is so altogether inane that I think I'll just leave it right there. I'm not even gonna fax it to them for comment like I normally do before posting a story. I mean, what could they say?