The Governor
of a certain Northeastern State was touring his territory, drumming
up support for his reelection. He'd stopped at a church social
after a long, grueling trip, and stood patiently in line for
lunch, half-starved.
When he held
out his plate for chicken, a serving lady placed one piece on
his dish, and then turned to serve the next person in line. "Pardon
me," the Governor said, smiling. "Could I have another
piece of chicken?"
"No, my
orders are one piece of chicken per customer," said the
lady.
"But I'm
starving," the Governor pleaded, "I've been up since
dawn and didn't have any breakfast!"
"I'm sorry,"
the lady insisted. "Just one piece of chicken per person.
That's the rule."
The Governor
decided to fall back on authority, since charm hadn't worked.
"Don't you know who I am? I'm the Governor of this state!"
he declared.
"And I'm
the lady in charge of the chicken!" she responded firmly.
Who do you
think you are? want to talk to me, they need to know who I am!"