The two girlfriends walked down the sidewalk, studiously ignoring the stares of people passing them. They turned a corner and saw a building being prepared for demolition. On the sidewalk a sign read: “Sidewalk closed. Please use other side.”
Henrietta stopped dead in her tracks, eyes bulging.
“Are you okay?” asked Hennesey.
Henrietta pointed at the sign. “That’s it! That’s the answer I can finally give!”
“Answer to what?”
“That STUPID QUESTION!”
Henrietta took a deep breath. “Whenever people learn that I talk, what should the next logical question be?”
“Why did the…?”
“No! They should ask, ‘Why can you talk?’ Right? It’s logical.”
“THEN, they can ask the stupid question. Anyway, it’s self-explanatory isn’t it? There might be a movie theater over there. The market. Anything!”
“That’s true,” murmured Hennesey. “Still, you can’t let if ruffle your feathers…”
Henrietta pulled out her cell phone. “I’m taking a picture of that sign.”
“So when people ask me that STUPID QUESTION, I can show them.”
“Seems over-dramatic,” said Hennesey. She shrugged her chicken feathers and clucked. “I just say, ‘I crossed the road to get a taco!’ ”
Written for Sunday Photo Fiction: https://sundayphotofictioner.wordpress.com/2017/08/06/sunday-photo-fiction-august-6th-2017/
Just in case folks aren’t familiar, the age-old, waaaaay over-used joke is: Why did the chicken cross the road? To get to the other side!
A few years back someone published how historical figures would answer “Why did the chicken cross the road?” These are some of my faves:
To die. In the rain.
To futilely attempt escape from the dark powers which even then pursued it, hungering after the stuff of its soul!
The Mark 84 gargleblaster that the chicken
carried, at the heart of which was an inferior ex-Soviet
excimer laser system, had insufficient range to
allow the chicken to carry out its mission from
this side of the road.
It may very well have been one of the most astonishing
events to grace the annals of history. An historic,
unprecedented avian biped with the temerity to attempt
such an herculean achievement formerly relegated to homo
sapien pedestrians is truly a remarkable occurrence.
The more widely dispersed chickens are throughout
the Universe, the better the long-term prospects for
the survival of the chicken species.
John F. Kennedy:
The chicken chose to cross the road in
this decade not because it was
easy, but because it was hard.