Finger Lickin' Good

Last night I got an e-mail from a guy I don’t know which simply said, “Have you ever eaten the fried chicken at the courthouse?”

Possible Explanations for this E-mail:

1. I’ve been spammed. The e-mail is really offering Viagra or Cialis or a cheap mortgage and I just haven't cracked the code, yet.
2. The e-mail is the equivalent of an 'Oops, wrong number.'
3. The guy works for the health department and is taking a random fried chicken survey.
4. He really wants to try the fried chicken at the courthouse but isn’t sure if he wants to make the big commitment to grab that chicken leg before checking with a few Beaumonters.
5. He would like to meet me over a plate of fried chicken rather than the usual coffee or drinks. How Southern. I think Scarlett O'Hara would approve.
6. He’s an inmate in the jail at the courthouse and he's trying to lure women to the courthouse with the promise of some hot crispy fried chicken.
7. He owns the café at the courthouse and is trying to drum up a little business, one e-mail at a time.
8. He saw me at Popeye’s scarfing down a 4-Piece Dark Meal with Red Beans and Rice and knows I can eats me some chicken.
9. It’s really a Tom Cruise trick and responding to the e-mail will flood my in-box with War of the Worlds, Scientology and Katie Holmes propoganda.
10. It’s FINALLY George Clooney looking for some deep fried southern lovin’ from Yours Truly.