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Schulenburg, TX
Feb. 1st, 2012 07:28 pmQuestion: Why did the chicken cross the road?
Answer: To throw himself under the wheels of my car.
This lovely little incident happened east of San Antonio, as I was making good time on I-10. Ahead of me, I saw these little white things kind of drifting around the road. For a minute, I thought they were white garbage bags or something, then I realized they were chickens. A moment later, one of them dove beneath the wheels of my car.
Running over a chicken is surprisingly noisy, but not very bloody. I found more feathers on my tire than actual viscera. As for the poor chicken? Well, I'm afraid he's going to have to have a closed casket fry-up.
Other than that, today's been pretty cool. I visited the Davy Crockett museum, the Caverns of Sonora and the Alamo. All of them were interesting, although I have to admit the Alamo didn't do much for me.
And then, when I was leaving the Alamo, I somehow took a wrong turn and got lost in San Antonio. But a very nice lady gave me directions back to the Interstate, and I was on my way once more.
Then, sadly, there was the Chicken Incident.
Which is why, not long after, I pulled over in Schulenburg and got a room for the night.
I'm 100 miles west of Houston, so I'm thinking by this time tomorrow I'll be in Louisiana. And, hey? Isn't Mardi Gras starting next week? Cause if it is, I-10 goes right through Baton Rouge and New Orleans,and y'all might not hear from me for a while.
Answer: To throw himself under the wheels of my car.
This lovely little incident happened east of San Antonio, as I was making good time on I-10. Ahead of me, I saw these little white things kind of drifting around the road. For a minute, I thought they were white garbage bags or something, then I realized they were chickens. A moment later, one of them dove beneath the wheels of my car.
Running over a chicken is surprisingly noisy, but not very bloody. I found more feathers on my tire than actual viscera. As for the poor chicken? Well, I'm afraid he's going to have to have a closed casket fry-up.
Other than that, today's been pretty cool. I visited the Davy Crockett museum, the Caverns of Sonora and the Alamo. All of them were interesting, although I have to admit the Alamo didn't do much for me.
And then, when I was leaving the Alamo, I somehow took a wrong turn and got lost in San Antonio. But a very nice lady gave me directions back to the Interstate, and I was on my way once more.
Then, sadly, there was the Chicken Incident.
Which is why, not long after, I pulled over in Schulenburg and got a room for the night.
I'm 100 miles west of Houston, so I'm thinking by this time tomorrow I'll be in Louisiana. And, hey? Isn't Mardi Gras starting next week? Cause if it is, I-10 goes right through Baton Rouge and New Orleans,and y'all might not hear from me for a while.
