your neighbors are grilling chicken (on a very large grill) every weekend and you find out the delicious bird is actually part of a side hustle. That’s right, my neighbors are selling barbecued chicken on the weekend.
How do I know this?
I had returned from the gym one day and found that there were absolutely no parking spaces on the block. I circled round and round becoming frustrated as time went on. After about 15 minutes I found a spot and parked. As soon as I stepped out the car the smell of barbecued chicken assaulted my nasal passages, causing my stomach to growl. I could see smoke rising from over the fence. I ran into another neighbor (let’s call him Randy for clarity’s sake). During the course of our conversation I wondered out loud whether there was a big party going on next door. He informed me that our neighbors were actually selling chicken. He guessed that the city would be all over them soon because they do not have a permit to sell food. I nodded.
As I made my way to my house, sure enough, I noticed people, money in hand, forming a line, to buy their chicken. I could only shake my head and chuckle to myself.
This morning when I was leaving for work I nearly tripped down the stairs because I was staring at a large object planted on the neighbor’s lawn. What was the object? It couldn’t be…it was…it can’t be. Yep, a ceramic chicken! ROTFL!!!!
I can’t knock the hustle…