A man sat down at a busy restaurant and ordered a delicious, specialty chicken dish. After a short wait, his mouth began to water as the waiter finally set the steaming, perfectly roasted bird right in front of him.
But just as the man picked up his knife and fork, the waiter rushed back over, looking incredibly anxious.
“Sir, I am so sorry, but there has been a terrible mistake,” the waiter whispered nervously. “You see, that police officer sitting at the table next to you is one of our most loyal regular customers, and he always orders the exact same chicken dish. The problem is, this was the absolute last chicken left in our kitchen. I’m afraid I’ll have to take this plate over to him and arrange a completely different meal for you on the house.”
The diner, completely starving and thoroughly annoyed, flatly refused to give up his food.
Sensing a scene, the waiter reluctantly walked back to the other table and explained the situation to the lawman. A moment later, the burly police officer stood up, marched over to the man’s table, and glared down at him with a menacing look.
“Listen to me, pal, and listen good,” the officer growled, leaning in close. “That is MY chicken you’re about to eat. And I’m warning you right now: whatever you do to that chicken, I am going to do the exact same thing to you. You pull off one of its legs, I’ll break one of your legs. You tear off one of its wings, I’ll snap your arm in half. Got it?”
The man sat in dead silence for a moment. He calmly looked down at the roasted chicken, then looked back up at the towering officer.
Slowly and deliberately, the man stuck his middle finger straight into the chicken’s backside, pulled it back out, and casually licked it clean.
He then stood up from his chair, unbuckled his belt, dropped his pants, bent over the table, and said:
“Alright, Officer… go ahead!”
