The Chicken Boss

Christian Herter, the former governor of Massachusetts, was running hard for a second term in office. Campaigning non-stop, he hardly had time to catch his breath.

After one busy morning chasing votes, and skipping lunch, he arrived at a church bar-b-que as the guest of honor.

It was late afternoon, and Governor Herter was famished. The aroma of the hot food nearly overwhelmed him.

Licking his chops, he joined the food line, eying the fried chicken with eager anticipation.The politician held out his plate to the woman serving the chicken and she quickly plopped down a tiny little piece and turned to the next person in line.

"Excuse me," the Governor said, "do you mind if I have another piece of chicken?"

"Sorry," the lady replied, "I'm supposed to give one piece of chicken to each person and that's all."

"But I'm famished!" Herter protested.

"Sorry, only one per customer!" The chicken woman held her ground.

Now, although Governor Herter was a modest and unassuming man, he decided that this was an emergency. He needed to pull rank.

"Do you know who I am?" he sputtered, "I am the Governor of this state!"

"Do you know who I am?" came the reply, "I'm the lady in charge of the chicken -- so move along mister!"

When they come face to face at a bar-b-que, a Governor is no match for a chicken boss.