Eating fried chicken at Maebob’s Diner in Irwington, Georgia, I came face-to-face with an unlucky dear. I had questions for him.
“What’s fresh today?”
“Can you really not see camouflage?”
“Would it kill you to look before you go into the road?”
“Did you ever consider wearing blaze orange? I mean, I’m guessing not.”
“Did they make you watch while they ate you? I bet you were delicious.”