In the midst of the pandemic, supermarket shelves were often barren with food such as chicken often sold out.
Jennifer heard her boyfriend return from his trip to the neighborhood grocery store.
“Did you find any chicken, honey?”
“Not exactly.”
“What do mean not exactly?” She asks with a hint of being annoyed.
Johnathan shows up in the living room with two young women behind him.
“Jennifer, meet Tracy and Grace.”
“What the hell? You were supposed to get chicken.”
“You sent me to get legs and breasts if I remember right. That’s what I brought home.”
