THIS IS A TRUE STORY…
One day an older widow was preparing roasted chickens for a fellowship dinner at her church. They LOVED her cooking at the church, so she was sending two roasted chickens by her grandson, and she was coming to church later.
As he got out of the car and walked across the parking lot…OOOPPPS!!!!, he dropped the chickens, they fell out of the pans and rolled across the asphalt!
He thought, “I can’t go back and tell my grandmother that I dropped those chickens.” He looked at them on the ground and noticed that the asphalt on the chickens looked like peppers and seasonings. Soooo, he put them pack in the pan, situated them nicely and took them in and presented them to the ladies in charge of the kitchen. Her grandson noticed them putting his grandmothers chickens back, separate from the other food. They loved her food so much that sometimes they would save it for themselves after everyone else had eaten.
Later that day, as he went through the buffet he noticed the fact that he didn’t see his grandmother’s chickens.
Hmmmmm. The people working in the kitchen must have saved those chickens he dropped that had rolled in the asphalt for themselves.
He thought, “Oh well if they got sick, it was their own ASPHALT!”
OKAY! Sooo… the grandson was me!