We stopped in this Popeye’s Fried Chicken today. It’s one of those newfangled restaurant gas station combinations. That seems like such a great idea to me. We all know how well gasoline goes with just about any kind of food, right?
The point of this story is that, somewhere in the back, one or more of the employees were singing a song to the tune of The Twelve Days of Christmas.
They weren’t singing loud enough for me to hear the whole song, but from what I got the final verse went something like this:
On the twelfth day of [blah blah] KC asked of me:
[blah blah blah]
Seven Number 7's
[blah blah blah]
For the love of god
[blah blah blah blah]
...and a Number 1 meal, spicy.
After the big production (one guy sang all 12 verses) I heard him say he was trying for American Idol.
Here’s a bit of advice: Don’t quit the day job at Popeye’s
(However, if anybody happens to know the lyrics to this song, post it in the comments.)
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