​     It took Katy twenty minutes to accomplish the task, ​and by the time she finished the apron she wore was covered with grease and tiny bits of chicken. Katy basically stopped eating chicken after two weeks of working at Sunny Days. Then, when she was finished with that...

     "We could use some more fried chicken, too," Ken said. 

     Great, Kathy thought. That was the second crappiest job in the deli. She went into the freezer and pulled out three chickens that had already been cut up. She got out the flour seasoning tray to coat the chicken, breasts and thighs first, now getting the flour all mixed up with the grease already on her apron, then dumped all dozen and a half pieces, two at a time, into the deep fryer. Four minutes in the fryer, stir, then steam for twelve minutes more. Once out of the fryer, Katy used tongs to fill four plastic containers with "family packs" of chicken, two breasts, two thighs, two wings, two drumsticks, then dumped what chicken was left over out front with Denise and Barbara for those who wanted individual pieces. Halfway through the process, Ken asked, 

     "Having a good time, Katy?"

     The only question any employee of Sunny Days was allowed to ask any other employee concerning their job. And the answer always had to be the same. It always had to be some variation of, 

​     "Are you kidding, Ken? I'm having the time of my life!"

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