Chicken Nuggets

One of Gandhi's more famous quotes is "Chicken nuggets are good for the soul!" He said this before being publicly beaten with a stick. It was quite a spectacle, especially for the time. He, along with the other denizens of India, just stood there and took it. They did this to prove a point about chicken nuggets. Their point being, of course, that chicken nuggets are good for the soul. Ever since I was a wee lad, I've always loved chicken nuggets. I told my mother to order them every time we went to Burger King. I'd refer to them as "Mother, the crispy tokens" while telling her to order them. I didn't learn what they were called until the fourth grade. Everyone in the Burger King would point and laugh at me whenever I uttered the words "Mother, the crispy tokens". That was, until I finally learned what they were called. The first time I entered the Burger King after learning what chicken nuggets were called, I was made to order them for myself as a sort of rite of passage. I hesitated at first, but I eventually said "Mother, the chicken nuggets." Everyone clapped in spite of the fact that I had just called the man at the cash register

"Mother". I was so proud of myself, if not slightly embarrassed. Gandhi and the people of India stood, fell over, and stood again so that chicken nugget lovers such as myself could crawl, walk, and occasionally run.

Burger King wasn't the only fast-food place I went to for chicken nuggets. After learning what they were called, I became a sort of connoisseur of chicken nuggets. I went to McDonald's, Wendy's, and even Subway. Subway doesn't usually serve chicken nuggets, but they said they'd do it for me on account of me being such a good customer. That, and me carrying an unloaded gun everywhere I go. At least I think it's unloaded. Subway's chicken nuggets, however, aren't very good. They ask me what I want on my chicken nuggets while I'm waiting for them to finish toasting, and I, of course, would always choose black pepper. Thing is, they'd put way too much on, because I keep forgetting to tell them when to stop. I should come up with a safe-word, such as "stop" or "STOP!" I'd say both of them the same, but one would be in all caps when I think about it. But I digress. The pepper makes me sneeze really loudly, and it scares the employees. I try my best to not sneeze, but I don't try too hard. I heard that holding in sneezes could give me an aneurysm. The employees even called the police on me one time in a panic after I sneezed, which led to an ugly situation. Let's just say I had to prove to them that my gun was unloaded by unloading it myself into a wall. My ears are still ringing from that. Long story short, I stopped buying chicken nuggets from Subway. Now that I think about it, they might have been buying them from McDonald's.