We had visitors from the Mainland last week. We took them to the North Shore to the ranch where we keep our horses. Afterwards, we were all hungry. We told them about a small local market that has the best fried chicken evah! Of course, after that build up, they were sold out of chicken by the time we got there.
Since I am a troublemaker by nature, I asked the clerk, "Don't you have some more chicken stashed away back there?" I said it in a joking way. He laughed and said, "No, but here's our number. Call me first next time and there will
be a plate of chicken stashed away just for you
So I started out playing like I was a SS, but he treated me like I was Special.