|"Check for yourself, I look nothing like the guy with the chicken..!"|
Bicycling is my main form of transportation on the island where I reside. My dog "Obama" is my constant companion, she runs along side my bike as I cruise about my daily activities.
There is another man on the cosmic hamlet of an island that rides a bicycle with a wild Kaua'i chicken on the handlebars. This man and myself look nothing alike, yet on a daily basis people will consistently ask me "where's your chicken?"
I look nothing like this guy, the only thing we have in common is we are both of the same color of skin. I believe people mix this man and myself up because to them, all the people of my skin color look alike?
I try explaining this guy is someone else, but for some reason they do not believe me.
I came to the conclusion that "where is your chicken," is a metaphorical way of asking, are you Haole, and my response as always is, " Why, what I did?(sic) After all is said and done we end a fowl situation with a hen (sic) shake.