Saturday, May 7, 2011

Chicken Auction

I want to get something out before I tell this next story. I love my parents.

Free evenings for this busy high school girl are a rarity, so when I had an opportunity (I thought) to stay home alone last night, I jumped. I looked forward to a night home. alone. Singing my heart out, eating whatever I wanted, and maybe even doing something productive. Besides, after spending a week at school with 200 people shoving, pushing, crowding, and making me feel claustrophobic, I need a night ALONE.

Anyways. We came home from school and I sat down in front of the TV, contently watching the Waltons as I thought about what to do all that evening. You see, my parents were going to go to a chicken auction with my neighbor and Kyle and Kari. Kelly was working. My parents were came in from fixing the chicken coop (just in case they were to get any...), and my dad said that I really should go because they were going to eat out and it would be a nice family time. um. Kelly wasn't with us. that's not family time....in my opinion (which, by the way, apparently doesn't matter..)

But alas, they made me go. They pulled the parent card on me. So I reluctantly got into the car and went. to a chicken auction. on a Friday night. with my partial family.

A 30 minute drive later, and we were in the middle of nowhere in a barn in the middle of a field. Literally. the middle of a field. There were a bunch of... *obese*... farmers in overalls walking around, making strange comments about these noisy (and stinky!) chickens.

I'm telling you. This place was weird. After taking a picture of some guys hair, I decided to go call my best friend and sit out in the car. she didn't answer. I saw a crate of puppies, so I went and petted them, but they were FULL of fleas, ticks, and mites. it was so gross, the poor things.

The next thing I know, mom brings 5 chickens out to the car in feed bags. um. okay?.?. We went out to eat at this hometown diner, and got home 4 hours later.

Anyways. that was my chicken auction experience. never again..

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