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How to order a dozen wings at KFC

It is seldom I consume fast food, but occasionally I relent.  A while ago I decided to indulge in some Kentucky Fried Chicken.  With great anticipation I took a drive to a KFC outlet.  Obviously I had chosen the wrong day of the week, time of the month as the queue was snaking out the door.  Patiently I waited my turn and perused the menu.  The wings looked very appetising and thus my choice was made.

Eventually I get to the counter and am warmly greeted and asked what I would like to order.  With great eagerness I requested a dozen wings.  A confused look came over the face of the person serving me.  They informed me that they do not serve a dozen wings.  My thought processes kicked in and I came to the conclusion that perhaps there is a language barrier at play here and the term dozen has been misunderstood.  I restated my request, this time asking for twelve wings.  Again I am informed that twelve wings are not served.  I enquired as to what wings are served as they are clearly displayed on the menu.  Imagine my confusion here.

The person serving me informed me that they serve four wings or eight wings.

Quick as a flash I ordered four wings.  My order was duly rung up and entered into the system.  With a broad smile and great enthusiasm I was then asked if there was anything else I would like to order.  I promptly placed an order for eight wings.  The response I received: “Hayibo” (pronounced \hah-yee-boh\), which is South African for absolute disbelief.

Very confused my second order was questioned and confirmed several times.  It would appear that when going to a KFC you may only order either four or eight wings but not twelve!

After some convincing my order was rung up and entered into the system.  Again my order was confirmed with me.  At least they are thorough with ensuring my order has been captured correctly.

In due course I paid for my four plus eight wings and moved to the area to wait for my purchase.  When my order arrived I had a good chuckle.  There were two separate boxes containing my wings and they were placed into two separate packets before being handed to me.

So now you know how to order a dozen wings at KFC.

 

KFC Wings

 

Yours in lifelong learning,

Laura

 

The Gift of Time

Last week I wrote a post about friendship.  I’ve started to think about the different ways in which we express our friendship and thus our love for one another.  Recently, over lunch, my sisters raised this point too.  This got me thinking how I show my affection, my love, my appreciation to family and friends.

A close friend and colleague of mine brought to my attention “The Languages of Love”.  There is a well-known book written on the topic – The Five Love Languages by Gary D. Chapman. I admit I have never read the book.  It’s on my list of books to read.  It is my understanding the book is aimed specifically at intimate relationships.  Having said that, as my colleague described his understanding of the five love languages to me a light bulb lit up over my head.

Quality Time.

It doesn’t occur to me to give gifts to my friends and loved ones.  In fact when faced with getting a person a gift I am out of my depth.  I have no idea where to start, what would express thoughtfulness.

Recently I had the opportunity to travel to the USA to attend a conference.  Dear friends of mine live several miles from the conference.  With great delight I arranged transport to spend a few precious hours with them at their home.  Only when I arrived did the thought occur to me that I should have bought them a gift.  Something thoughtful and symbolic from my country, sunny South Africa. Suddenly I felt like I had somehow disappointed them.  I meekly said:  “My present to you is my presence.”  They welcomed it.  They welcomed me.  They understood.  Finally I understand.

The Gift of Time

Yours in lifelong learning,

Laura

Friendship

For a great number of years I was under the impression I had a vast circle of friends.  My home would constantly be full of guests at mealtimes, braai times, in summer when the swimming pool was welcoming, and winter when the Jacuzzi was hot.  Great times were had.  Then my life circumstances changed radically.  Overnight I found myself without a home, with limited financial means, and suddenly no friends.  This left me confused.  What happened to all the people who had constantly surrounded me?  The reality was harsh for me to accept.  They were not friends.  They were acquaintances enjoying while the going was good, but not committed to walking through the rough times with me.  They did not concern themselves with my welfare.

How many friends do we have? How do we count this number – by how many followers we have on Twitter, friends on Facebook?  Who do we consider our true friends?

How we view and count our friends is personal and, no doubt, unique to each of us as individuals.

I believe I could make many so-called friends in a few hours.  I just walk into a pub and start buying all the other patrons drinks of their choice.  A few rounds of drinks later most are declaring their friendship to me.

For me true friendship develops and grows over time.  Through the good times and the bad ones. True friendship is mutual and a constant two-way street.  I admit I consider myself a late comer to understanding the nature of true friendship and what it means to me to have friends, and to be a true friend.

These days I have a handful of kind people whom I consider true friends.  They consistently love me, support me, and delight me, regardless of our circumstances.  I constantly strive to be a true friend to them.  My spouse used a phrase to summarise friendship:  “We ride the storm together.”

This phrase reminds me of one specific time when a friend astonished me with her thoughtful and kind actions.  My spouse was out the country.  Misfortune struck my family.  I had to drive out of town to attend to family matters and a funeral.  I got on the road to return home much later than expected.  Little kitty would be missing her dinner.  Matters needed attending at my home.  I had no dinner prepared for the evening.  Imagine my surprise on my return home to find my front door unlocked and standing open.  Inside was my friend just finishing cleaning my kitchen, kitty fed, and a tub of home-made soup ready for my dinner.  On seeing my arrival she turned and put the kettle on to make me a welcome cup of coffee – no words, no questions, just true friendship in action.

“Lots of people want to ride with you in the limo, but what you want is someone who will take the bus with you when the limo breaks down.” – Oprah Winfrey.

I have found people in my life who don’t worry about taking the bus. They are walking barefoot with me along this journey of life, and I with them.  I count them on my hands.

You know who you are.  I love you and cherish you, always holding you in my thoughts and prayers.  I am a better person for having you in my life.  Thank you.

Yours in lifelong learning,

Laura