My DH and newighbor yelled at me to come rescue the chicken they had found out in the rain...a really sad looking Silkie. Could he be save poor thing? Of course!! I whipped out my trusty blowdryer and had him almost dry when the phone rang. Survey taker, now mostly I try to treat these people fairly well, survey taking cannot be the most rewarding job in the world. So Silkie in hand I respond civilly to abourt six fairly stupid questions. The Silkie wants down, he'd rather I was blowdrying him than this. So I said to the poor lady on the phone, " you have to let me go I'm blow drying a chicken." Complete silence on the other end and then "O_K-A-Y then???" End of call, my husband said well whatever value your answers had that just went away. Too bad! Chicken is dry and back with his buddies and the surveyer has something to tell her co-workers.
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