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Today I was attacked by a giant chicken. Somehow, this could only happen to me.

This morning I'm getting in my car, getting ready to head to work, and there is a random rooster just minding his own business, walking across the parking lot. Keep in mind that I live downtown, which has a very low probability of encountering a random chicken. Although I am no chicken expert, this rooster seemed really big, like his head would come up to halfway up my leg or something, so he was probably just some mutant rooster migrating from Chernobyl or something....but I'm getting off the point.

This rooster stops in the middle of the road as I drive closer, gives me an evil glare, and then all of a sudden his feathers are all ruffled and he's beating his wings like crazy....and running STRAIGHT TOWARDS THE CAR!! Quite frankly I was just glad I was in the car, because otherwise I would have likely been chased by a giant chicken and that would have been rather embarrassing.

The maniacal chicken didn't act like he was going to back down, so I actually had to completely stop the car to avoid playing a truly deadly, far too ironic game of chicken. I don't really know what happened to the front of my car, but apparently the rooster took my stopping as a sign that he won and in a few moments I saw him strutting off to the side, seemingly content with his masculinity.

The rooster was nowhere to be seen when I went home for lunch, however, which leaves me to assume that he is either off running down other poor cars as the crazed chicken from hell, or that he was simply a magical chicken sent to once again prove that my life is full of strange irony. My mother has to be logical and say he was probably an escaped c**k fighting rooster, but I think that idea is rather preposterous. Much more likely that he is a crazed chicken escaped from hell.

That was an awfully long post about a random rooster in my parking lot. But remember the moral of the story....Don't play chicken with chickens. You will lose. Or you will make a big mess. Neither of which constitutes a happy ending.