At the airport in Charlotte, I thought I heard the man at the gate announce: "Will you kindly take your chickens out of their envelopes before boarding." When he repeated the announcement, I realized he said tickets... not chickens.
Not a quarter, not a whole... just somewhere in between.
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So, what did you end up doing with the chickens?
I stuffed mine back into its envelope, of course!
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