I don't work for KFC any longer, but I did work there from September 1997 until October 1999, and it was hell. I could share plenty of funny and weird stories, but I'm afraid I don't have much time right now, so I'll post a quick one and be gone.

      Reading through the community "interests" I noticed "angioplasty" as well as many others relating to health issues that could arise from eating the "food" which KFC sells. This reminded me of this one man who came to KFC every Tuesday and Thursday and ordered the two-breats-and-one-wing meal in Extra Crispy with two sides of macaroni and cheese and a three margarine packets for his biscuit.

      Obviously, from the description I gave above, you can tell that there is a large amount of "negative" stuff in this meal, which is fine if that's what you want to eat. However, the customer in question did not need anymore of this in his diet. He walked in every Tuesday and Thursday with a walker, weighing in around four-hundred pounds, and dragging behind him a heart monitoring machine.

      Obviously,  taking one look at this man, you'd know that he did not need to be eating extra crispy fried chicken, tons of butter-like material and cheese-covered pasta. However, this is what he ordered every time he came in, which was always twice a week. And how did the man order it? With a bitchy attitude, like I was his slave. I couldn't help but make a wish everytime I saw him, a wish that his heart would fucking explode already, because I was certain it was close.

And one day, he just stopped coming in. I'm hoping that he died.