Saturday was a beautiful day in San Francisco. Visitors to the Fancy Food Show were touring the city in search of that new cafe or bistro, looking for the special attraction to tell their employees about back home.
Enter, the “Please Be Nice to Chicken” protesters. Lined up in front of the Kentucky Fried Chicken franchise on Fillmore and Van Ness in The City’s Marina District, the chicken petters were out in minimal force greeting those searching for a taste of San Francisco flavor.
Inside, the line of fried chicken lovers was long enough, none too concerned about the notification, outside, regarding the alledged cruelty KFC inflicts on chicks.
Curbside, two of San Francisco’s finest were dispatched to the scene to make sure that no feathers were ruffled during the protest.
When asked how everything was going, one officer claimed he was getting hungry. The other said he was anticipating a large platter of wings that evening. I stopped asking questions once the "Why did the chicken cross the road´ jokes began.
The manager of the KFC remained calm and claimed that the chicken busters were becoming protesting regulars, periodically attempting to spread the word.
When asked, none of the protesters had ever worked in a restaurant. They hadn´t ever washed a dish, cleaned a bathroom, or served a meal, depending on tips and profits to pay rent or feed their families.
I would imagine none had ever gone to a chicken processing plant, either.
They were too busy, protesting.