This is the first of what I assume will be many funny stories to happen to me on the field.
The story takes place in the Mumbai airport on our twelve-hour layover. My friend Luke and I had our hearts set on something very precious to us. Kentucky Fried Chicken. While this is something I do not eat often in the states, it was the only good American food around, so we wanted some. Everyone else went to Burger King, which had no beef burgers, but Luke and I wanted KFC. We got to the airport at two-thirty in the morning, so of course the KFC was closed. We assumed that it would open at about six o’clock. We were wrong. However, we were not deterred when six rolled around, and the restaurant did not open. We decided that it would open at seven instead of six. Once again, we were wrong. Not giving up hope, we thought that it must open at eight.
To our surprise, it didn’t open at eight. This time we thought, “Ok, it will open at eight-thirty.” If you’re following, you know that did not happen. Still determined in our quest for fried chicken, we resolved ourselves to wait until nine. The second the clock struck nine, we started crying because KFC was still not open. We wiped the tears from our eyes and walked up to the counter. We were becoming delirious at this point from lack of sleep and hunger, but when one of the employees who was hiding behind the counter told us that they didn’t open until noon, we snapped. We walked back to our seats and just laughed hysterically because we had waited for over five hours for KFC to open, and it didn’t open. We caved and went to Burger King. We regained some of our sanity after eating, and a few hours later we got on our plane. As we walked to our gate at one o’clock, Luke and I looked back at KFC one last time…. It still wasn’t open.
