Back in the long long ago of the before time, I worked as a cook. Early mornings with sleepy coffee fuelled coworkers was the norm. This is a conversation from such a time.
Prep cook: *deep contemplative stare*
Me: what’s up? Something wrong?
Prep cook: No, I was just thinking about you know chickens.
Me: chickens?
Prep cook: yeah their birds and they have wings so why can’t they fly?
Me: oh that’s actually our fault. Wild chickens are ground birds so they spend a lot of time on the ground but they were still capable of flight when necessary. However when we domesticated them we found out how tasty their breast meat was so bred them for larger and larger breasts until they couldn’t really fly anymore. Same goes for turkeys.
Prep cook: oh. Like women.
*awkward pause. Deep look of existential dread as the prep cook realizes what he said. Desperate expression of nonononononoooooo*
Me: yes like women…. Back before we were bred to have larger breasts we could fly. Some women still long for the freedom of the open sky sadly our breasts are too big.
Prep cook: *mumbles agreement and nopes out of the conversation as fast as he can*