I was returning from my run this morning and climbing the stairs when I heard a strange noise.
Banging and clanging, sounding for all the world like a construction crew was trying to remove one of the steel doors that opens to the stairwell from each floor.
Somewhere around the 9th floor I saw it.
A man kneeling on the floor with a hammer in one hand and a large Chinese butcher knife in the other.
On the floor in front of him, a huge whole frozen chicken.
He was trying to break the thing up into smaller pieces, without success.
He looked up at me and waved, then doggedly returned to his task.
I wonder who forgot to take the beast out of the freezer last night…
If all else fails, they could try the hanging meats section at Wal Mart instead.