I once went to church with a man who despised chicken. Not all meat, just chicken.Can't quite recall why, all I remember is that it was a passionate dislike. For him, KFC was repulsion in a cardboard tub.
It was apparently his mission to convert others to his way of thinking, as he loved to go on long rants about how terrible it is to eat chicken. I know about these rants from first-hand experience. Mom and I became the recipients of one when we failed to notice that all the church members became mysteriously occupied the minute chicken was mentioned.
Before I knew it, I found myself looking at pamphlets telling me all about the horrors of fowled meat. About thirty minutes passed before we were able to extract ourselves from the conversation. But we did gain some knowledge from it.Such as why chicken was never served at church events. Ever. Hey, at least he was passionate about something, albeit odd.
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