Friday, October 28, 2005

Avian Flu Anyone?

Hurrah! Finally! After a week of coldcuts, flavourless fruit, and mineral water - a hot meal! Chicken. In fact, whole rotisseried chickens and greasy french fries. The staff here circle the meal table like vultures. Some dig in with their fingers. Others grab a box and hide it on a shelf, saving it for when they are less busy. I am so excited that I can barely contain my joy. This meal is like manna from heaven...a juicy oasis in a desert filled with salami, ham, and bologna.

Cluck. Cluck. Cluck cluck cluck.

I turn to see the Secretary General of JCI. This very distinguished man speaks 5 languages, travels around the world meeting dignitaries, and works closely with the United Nations. And he is clucking like a chicken.

Cluck. Cluck.

He walks over to the meal table, picks up a box, and says, "We have chicken? Avian flu anyone?"

The chicken suddenly tastes very dry in my mouth. Sigh.

1 comment:

Mel said...

LOL Shelley. So funny. Miss you.