Quirks...

 Just ate a chicken quarter for lunch, with a little bbq sauce on it. 

I always start with a knife and fork, but the wife came out and saw me eating off the bone, in need of a napkin. 

She says it doesn't matter how many utensils you start with, it always ends that way with chicken. 

I said that's why I don't eat chicken or ribs in a restaurant. 

I just don't want to get messy eating my food in front of other people. 

( excluding my wife, I mean.)  Everybody has their quirks. ( I have several.)

So when I pick up my ribs for carryout, I can hear the grease and bbq sauce covered people all saying " who the F**K does he think he is? I saw him at Walmart 3 times this week" , as I get in my Scion xb with zip ties holding the front end together, as I head for a more discrete place to tear into my meal. 

I miss that car.