The $1.49 20 piece chicken nuggets It was a late Friday night in Sioux Falls. Me and Dalton were starving and could not find any place that was open. We were in a crisis! I was the one driving and Dalton was on his phone looking up any place that was still open at one in the morning. “Ayah,” he screamed, “I got it”. Dalton had succeeded at his duty and found one of the few open stores at this time, Burger King. So I started to drive and later asked him where I was supposed to go. He looked up the location on his GPS and saw that we had to drive all the way across town. Then Dalton being Dalton realized that Burger King closed in less than 10 minutes. Oh boy did we have a problem here, but wait, there’s more. My car was running low on gas, I only had a five mile range left in my fuel tank. I leaned over to Dalton and said, “Buckle up baby, its Tokyo Drift time.” I put the pedal to the medal and hit 200 mph in less than 10 seconds. I was blowing stop signs and …show more content…
I prayed that all my hard work in GTA 5 would finally pay off. I opened my eyes and roared like a lion. I started booking for Burger King. I was cutting through lawns and riding up the sidewalks. I looked at the time. Three minutes until Burger King closed. Then I saw it, a ramp. If I hit this ramp and right, I could land us in Burger King’s parking lot. Dalton noticed what I was about to do and started to squirm in his seat. I looked at him and promised him, “Dalton, I can do this. Your life is in my hands, we will get those chicken nuggets on time.” I could tell that he was still scared but I floored it and headed for the ramp anyways. I hit that sucker so fast. My car was probably 100 feet in the air. We were so high. I looked at Dalton, and he looked at me, and in that moment I saw my life flash before my eyes. The next thing I remember was looking up and seeing Burger King right in front of my eyes. I looked at the time. One minute until they
History tells about how a neighbor’s pig fell astray into the Nurse family’s yard and Rebecca Nurse yelled at her neighbor. Soon after the neighbor feel ill and died of a
As the nursery rhyme goes, “Old McDonald has a farm, EIEIO. And, on the farm he has a Chicken McNugget, EIEIO.” If that did not sound right for some reason, it may have been because the Chicken McNugget was never on Old McDonald’s farm. The quality and safety of the chicken meat contained in McDonald’s Chicken McNuggets has been a subject of debate for many years (Snopes). The deliciousness of the juicy morsels is undeniable and debatably unbelievable. Reviewing how the chicken progresses from the farm to the fryer lends insight on why McDonald’s McNuggets produce a flavor that outshines its usually bland main ingredient. Additionally, A journey through the process where chickens are hatched, fed, stunned, decapitated, plucked, carved, ground, seasoned, mixed, extruded, breaded and fried will answer questions on how much of that nugget is still chicken and what steps have been taken to make it safe.
So they went inside to eat. They got subway. After they got done eating, her mom got some snacks for Ralph. Olivia was walking out of the gas station when she realized the truck was missing. “MOM!” she screamed, “THE TRUCK IS GONE.” The good thing is is that they knew exactly who stole it. The mechanic. He left his picnic basket and blanket on the floor next to where the truck was parked. Olivia’s mom called the police while Olivia called an Uber. Her mom reported the a missing truck and a tiny house. Olivia’s mom told the driver to take them to “Big Ben’s mechanic”. When the got to the truck, the cops were already there. They were searching for Ben, but he was nowhere to be found. Thankfully the truck was there with the keys and Ralph
He went to bed hungry, in the morning he tried to take the boy he helped yesterday, his bread but he realized he was all better and would notice. Jack didn’t know what to do, he was going to die if he didn’t get bread. They had to get up and keep walking and he noticed the kapo on duty was someone who knew Jack was a hard worker. Jack went up to him and said “Do you remember me?... then you know I’m a good worker, I want to work, but I’m not going to survive this march much longer without some bread.” He didn’t know how it would go, but it was worth
I sprint up the stairs to my shabby apartment, taking them two at time. I've had a long day at work and I need to jump into the shower before I meet a client for a dinner date. I fumble for the key with my right hand. When the stubborn door finally opens, I fly into the apartment and kick the door closed behind me. I punch the play button on my answering machine while getting ready to take a shower. The first message is from my client saying he will be a little late. Good. Ten extra minutes. The second message is the chairman of the Person of the Year contest telling me that I had been...
Today, chickens born of pinpoint-focused genetics are raised by the millions in factory farms. The industrial frying chicken is physiologically adapted to gain weight so that it’s ready for the skillet in six weeks. Modern hybrid laying hens are so efficient that they don’t even think of sitting on eggs (Will).
Hunger days for them began to be long and draining, a lot of times they would sleep so they wouldn’t have to feel the hunger pains. Every so often their mother would come with a couple bags of groceries that would always have the king vitamin and corn flakes cereal, farina, powder milk, can milk, a can of fruit cocktail and potted pork, two if they were lucky. To them it was a delicious meal but to their mom it was poor man’s food.
It was a nice summer day and I was at my friend, Melody’s, house. I had previously spent the night at her house. We had gotten up and started getting ready for our day. We were going to go out and get lunch at Chick-Fil-A. We were walking out to my car ready to go when I realized I did not have my car keys on me. I looked in my pockets and my backpack but they were nowhere to be found. In a panic, I turned around and headed back to Melody’s maroon bedroom to look for my keys. After about 30 minutes of intensely searching her room and we still could not locate them. I started to wonder if maybe I left them in my car from the night before. I went out to my white Ford Focus and sure enough there my keys were sitting in the driver’s seat with
Chick Fil A is an American fast food chain which specializes in chicken sandwiches. It was founded by late Truett Cathy in May 1946 and is headquartered in College Park, Georgia. It operates more than 2,200 restaurants, primarily in the United States, where one of the locations is in 3704 Call Field Rd, Wichita Falls and another operating inside Midwestern State University. An innovator from the start, Chick-fil-A was the first restaurant to pair shopping and eating by opening its first restaurant in an Atlanta-area mall.
The trucks rolled in and we piled aboard with much inane and pointless screaming from the Non-Coms. I then looked over the camp for one last time. In a far corner of the parade square, I could see a solitary figure standing in the torrential rain with his arm raised in a form of salute, it was the Preacher. As we tore out of the camp in a great blue cloud of exhaust fumes, only one arm amongst us raised in reply to the his salute. No, not his sons, it was mine. For at that moment I truly had felt sorry for him.
The car's V-8 engine roared as the driver slammed the pedal to the ground. A wicked smile graced his lips. In in his mind it was all over. Unable to accept the idea of being roadkill, I did the only thing I could.....I turned the handlebars of my bike with all my might, veered off the road and into a nearby yard.
We turn onto the busy street accelerating up to the speed limit, as we're both jamming out to the song called Space Mother. We approach a green light in the right lane of traffic, going by a big line of cars in the opposite lane waiting to turn left. In a spilt second my improving mood was struck with shock, as we approached a newly changed yellow light, my friend gives the gas a quick tap to boost his speed a little bit, mean while I can see the big oil field truck turning right into our path. I'm frozen in fear not being able to say anything. While my friend was unable to see because his view is blocked from the up coming intersection by the traffic in the lane next to him. My hands are stuck to the dash to help brace my self for the impact, as he steps on the brakes. I hear the very brief squealing of our pickups tires. Then came the crumpling of the smaller S-10 as it impacted the one ton pickup at 40 mph. Sending me straight into the windshield and making a perfect head shape indentation in the glass, while popping the entire windshield out. My knee area on my pants had taken the red paint off the dash. My knees had smashed the dash into three different section.
It was a sunny day. The leftovers of last week’s snowstorm still blanketed most of the surrounding area. I decided, after straggling about the house for nearly two hours, lethargy slowly creeping in, that I would go for a drive. I leaped in my trusty old Maverick and roared away. The Maverick, which I bought in 1975, was dark blue, (my favorite color). It was a steal and only ten years past its prime. It was a good, trustworthy car and until today, I had not had any problems with it. This was a spontaneous kind of getaway, so nothing was planned, no basket of food prepared, nor did I make any other preparations. Living in the city can be depressing so getting away from the concrete jungle for a few hours was a welcomed escape. I have not lived in this city for very long, although I knew the names of the adjoining towns, there were a few that I did not know. However, being the adventurer that I am, I drove off in a direction that I have never been. I do not know why I did not think to look at the gas gauge before I left perhaps I was too preoccupied with the thought of fleeing that I did not care.
As I pull up to the stop sign, I look right then left. There is a car in the distance but there is plenty of time to pull out into the road. As I pull out, I notice the car that seemed to be far away has sped up and is now right on my bumper. I slam on my brakes to piss off the driver behind me. I can tell this infuriated him. The driver holds up his middle finger, muttering something that I cannot understand. The driver then whips in front of me, almost running me off the road. As we approach another stop sign, the driver gets out of his car and walks over to mine. I get out of my vehicle and we begin to yell. The next thing I know, we are in an all out fistfight!
We both unbuckled. Thomas climbed into the back. Joe released his foot from the gas pedal and his hand from the steering wheel. As the car slowed down it drifted left. Joe positioned himself in the seat and I throw myself to the steering wheel. The car scraped on the side wall ripping the paint. He positioned myself into to the set and as he did that he saw something in the distance. Cars, lots of cars coming their way.