KFC — Restaurant in Bremerton

Chicken dreams from long, long ago and the aimless wandering of my girlfriend's craving for chicken culminated in an unexpected stop at our local KFC. Normally I wouldn't go out for chicken... First of all, I am not fond of spending a lot on food. And secondly, I try to eat meat sparingly and chicken, honestly, is not what I would go to for satisfying that occasional craving for cooked animal carcass. This particular evening I was especially hungry since I was doing lots of chores around the house all day. As I was taking my girlfriend's car, with her sitting right next to me, she was not sure what she wanted for dinner. After an initial stop at the Popeye's just down the street, she spent about 5 minutes asking the cashier questions from the drive thru intercom. I wasn't feeling particularly hungry anymore, and was considering just waiting until I got home to eat something. She wanted to try KFC. Some places are still having reduced menu selections because of the Covid. So down the road we went... At KFC, the employee made a mention of a 'special' (for the night) that rang my bell. She mentioned a half price offer for the 12 pieces of 'regular or crispy'... SOLD!!! After eating all twelve pieces of wonderful crispy tasty juicy chicken, I had about two bowls of skins and fried batter that luckily I had a friend that wanted to eat some of the scraps. I double checked for bones, because my friend is a dog and she can't sort out the bones. I saved half of the skins and scraps and crumbs in the fridge, and went upstairs to sleep soundly all night long. When I got up in the morning and went to the store for food, I ended up getting a bag of corn chips. I wonder if that was imprinted on sanskaras after eating so much chicken meat. They do really like corn, and I thoroughly enjoyed...

The food is gross, that is an objective fact. But that's not why KFC gets 5 stars from me. This particular KFC gets 5 stars from me because of the unbearable guilt I now am burdened with.

Long story short I got some tenders and a spicy sandwhich a little bit ago. I get home and it looks like Colonel fleeced me. No spicy chicken sandwhich in sight. Interesting. Well being the strong, independent woman I am, I went back to KFC to make things right.

They gave me my sandwhich, no harm, no foul. Wasn't a big fan tbh but that's neither here nor there. This is where the plot thickens. Hours pass, something feels off. There's a cloud of uneasiness all about me. Then it becomes undeniable. I smell malarkey.

My brother had been over earlier, and when I glanced at the chair he had been sitting in, what I saw truly shocked me. In the chair laid the flattened, disheveled wrapper of a KFC spicy chicken sandwhich. I could not believe my eyes. Is this real life? Is this a fantasy? I had believed that it was KFC that had messed up, but was it possible that I was the one who had been truly mistaken?

The guilt that this ordeal has given me, I would not wish it upon my worst enemy. It is really beginning to take a toll on my body. I haven't even been able to sleep in the long, long couple of hours since this happened. My conscience will remain guilty until I receive assurance from...

Alice was curt and expressionless as I placed my order. As I was prepared to swipe my payment card she grabbed it from me. She tried to insert it and I informed her there was no chip. She then swiped it, upside down. I took the card back and swiped it correctly. Her comment, well I don't know why you handed it to me. Well, I didn't. I had placed an order for an 8 piece dinner. Upon receiving my order with sides, I asked for utensils. She came over and, instead of placing them in my outstretched hand, she threw them at me and informed me that they don't give out utensils with a $20 fill-up. Well, that's not what I ordered. I ordered and received an 8 piece dinner, which she put together herself. Side note: I've always received utensils with a $5...