Zolra's Corner: Fried Chicken for Breakfast?

Before I begin, let me just say one thing. This blog post is not about Barack Obama or Al Sharpton. I just found this picture of these two eating fried chicken together, and I had to post this one. Now let's move on.

This has got to be crazy. Who in the world eats fried food for breakfast, and right out of the grease? When I saw that, I wanted to vomit.

Right after my neighbors found my dog after he wandered off when my parents took him out, I was completely exhausted. I was working extremely hard on topics to write for the blog last night, it kept me up all night. Then there was knock on my bedroom door, which interrupted my sleep. That put alot of anger inside of me. It's the one thing I absolutely hate. When I am peacefully sleeping, I want no one to interrupt me. If you do, you might get cussed at for the next ten minutes. That's how upset I get when I am interrupted in my sleep.

Since my dog worried me because he wandered off, I was up for the next two hours after my neighbors found him and brought him back home. I was lying on the couch in the living room, watching the E! Network constantly. Suddenly, my stomach was rumbling like boiling water ready to come up my backside. I didn't feel like cooking. So I went to the grocery store two blocks away from the house. I put on some dress clothes and walked to the store.

I entered the store at nine in the morning. I looked around for those fifty cents honey buns. I wasn't going to buy the traditional high school breakfast. Hot chips and Arizona Fruit Punch.

When I saw the Honey Buns, I grabbed one and started taking my money out. I always have my money out before I check out. I know what the price is. So what's the use waiting until it's your turn. You want to get the heck out of that line right? Then make sure your money is out before it's your time. The only time you can do that is when you are going to use your credit card.

Once the person in front of me placed his food on the shelf, I can hear a loud conversation going on behind me. I turned around and saw a cooking lady giving a man this five dollar bag of chicken.

"This is going to be a good breakfast for me," he said.

I knew it was fried chicken because it was the only food fresh out the grease that morning. First of all, who would be cooking fried chicken at nine in the morning? I only eat fried chicken between noon and midnight. I have never seen someone eat chicken for breakfast.

This is just my opinion. Chicken should stay as a lunch or dinner option. I don't want to see myself walking past a group of people in the city, carrying a brown paper bag of chicken with the grease leaking out of the bag. That will be an embarrassing scene.

I put my sixty cents in front of the front desk man, and walked out of that store as fast as I could. I ate half of it on the way, and then I took a nap on the couch. In the beginning, I wanted to microwave some pancakes, but the fried chicken ruined my breakfast that morning.

What has happened to the future of society's eating habits?