While we waited for our bus in Armenia two days ago, Lewis gave a chicken to a bum. Not a live one, but a fried 2,000 peso kentucky fried-esque chicken. And let me make clear, this bum was no bum at all. He had firmly pressed jeans, cuffed at the bottom, white sneakers (as my parents call them), a collared shirt, and well maybe some missing teeth, i´m not sure I tried not to look at him. But it doesn´t matter. We were eating our chicken, not fried but grilled, and this colombian, i presume he was colombian, began rambling on and on. I didn´t really understand him, I don´t understand much here. But Lewis must have, because he stood up and bought the man a chicken. Lewis, when did you ever buy me a chicken! i exclaimed. Sorry guys i made a mistake, Lewis shamefully responded. No seriously, when have you bought me anything! but you bought this man a chicken?! I was upset. I still am. Where is my chicken. That dirty crook kept the change for that chicken too after he paid the chicken man. Where is my change lewis. Where is my change for the chicken that you´ve never bought me.
awwwww this sort of reminds me of boston market.