A Cop Threatened a Diner Over the Last Chicken in the House—Then Things Got Uncomfortably Weird
A man went out to a nice restaurant and ordered a delicious, roasted chicken dish.
Just as the waiter brought the steaming plate to his table and the man was about to dig in, the waiter rushed back over looking completely panicked.
“Sir, I am so incredibly sorry, but there has been a terrible mistake,” the waiter whispered frantically. “You see, that police officer sitting at the table next to yours is a regular customer of ours, and he always orders this exact same dish. The problem is, this was the absolute last chicken we had in the kitchen. I’m afraid I’m going to have to take this plate to him and arrange a different meal for you on the house.”
The diner, completely famished and annoyed, flatly refused to give up his food.
Sighing, the waiter walked over to the officer’s table and quietly explained the situation. A few moments later, the burly police officer stood up, marched over to the man’s table, and glared down at him with an intimidating scowl.
“Listen to me, and listen good,” the cop growled, cracking his knuckles. “That is MY chicken you are about to eat. I’m warning you right now—whatever you do to that chicken, I am going to do the exact same thing to you. You pull off one of its legs, I’ll snap one of your legs. You break one of its wings, I’ll break one of your arms! Got it?”
The man sat in absolute silence. He calmly looked down at the roasted chicken, then extended his middle finger, shoved it deep into the bird’s rectum, pulled it out, and slowly licked it clean.
Without breaking eye contact, the man stood up from his chair, unbuckled his belt, dropped his pants, bent right over, and said:
“Go ahead!”
