And thatâs why you should learn to pick your battles.
JUNE 21, 2011
in RANDOM CRAP
This morning I had a fight with Victor about towels. I canât tell you the details because it wasnât interesting enough to document at the time, but it was basically me telling Victor I needed to buy new bath towels, and Victor insisting that I NOT buy towels because I â just bought new towels â. Then I pointed out that the last towels Iâd bought were hot pink beach towels, and he was all âEXACTLYâ and then I hit my head against the wall for an hour.
Then Laura came to pick me up so we could go to the discount outlet together, and as Victor gave me a kiss goodbye he lovingly whispered, â You are not allowed to bring any more goshdarn towels in this house or I will strangle you â. And that was exactly what I was still echoing through my head an hour later, when Laura and I stopped our shopping carts and stared up in confused, silent awe at a display of enormous metal chickens, made from rusted oil drums.
Laura: I think you need one of those.
me: Youâre joking, but theyâre kind of horrifically awesome.
Laura: Iâm not joking. We need to buy you one.
me: The 5-foot tall one was $300, marked down to $100. Thatâs like, $200 worth of chicken for free.
Laura: Youâd be crazy not to buy that. I mean, look at it. ITâS FULL OF WHIMSY.
me: Victorâd be pissed.
Laura: Yup.
me: But on the plus side? Itâs not towels.
Laura: Yup.
me: We will name him Henry. Or Charlie. Or OâShannesy.
Laura: Or Beyoncé.
me: Or Beyoncé. Yes. And when our friends are sad we can leave him at their front door to cheer them up.
Laura: Exactly. Itâll be like, â You thought yesterday was bad? Well, now you have a enormous metal chicken to deal with. Perspective. Now you have it.â
Then we flagged down a salesman, and we were all âWhat can you tell us about these chickens?â, as if we were in an art gallery, and not in a store that specializes in last yearsâ bathmats. He didnât know anything about them, but he said that theyâd only only sold one and it was to a really drunk lady, and then Laura and I were all â SOLD . All this chicken belongs to us now.â

Insert-inappropriate-cock-joke-here.
So he loaded it onto a trolley, but BeyoncĂ© was surprisingly unstable, and the giant 5 foot metal chicken crashed over onto the floor. And Laura and I were all âCHICKEN DOWN! CLEAN-UP IN AISLE 3â but he didnât laugh. Then the manager came to see what was causing all the commotion, and thatâs when he found the very-conservative salesman unhappily struggling to right an enthusiastically pointy chicken which was almost as tall as he was. The salesman was having a hard time, and he told everyone to stand back âbecause this chicken will cut you â, and at first I thought he meant it as a threat, like âThat chicken has a shivâ, but turns out he just meant that all the chickensâ ends were sharp and rusty. It was awesome, and Laura and I agreed that even if we got tetanus, this chicken had already paid for himself even before we got it in her truck.
Then we got to my house and quietly snuck the chicken up to my front door, rang the doorbell, and hid around the corner.

Knock-knock, dirty bird.
Victor opened the door and looked at the chicken in stunned silence for about 3 seconds. Then he sighed, closed the door and walked away.
Laura: What the cluck? Thatâs it? Thatâs the only reaction we get?
me: Thatâs it. Heâs a hard man to rattle.
Victor was surprisingly pissed that Iâd âwasted moneyâ on an enormous chicken, because apparently he couldnât appreciate the hysterical value of a 5 foot chicken ringing the doorbell. Then I said, âWell, at least itâs not towels â and apparently that was the wrong thing to say because thatâs when Victor screamed and stormed off, but I knew he was locked in his office because I could hear him punching things in there. Then I yelled through his door, â Itâs an anniversary gift for you, gardner . Two whole weeks early. 15 YEARS IS BIG METAL CHICKENS.â
Then he yelled that he wanted it gone, but I couldnât move it myself, so instead I said okay and went to watch tv. Then when the UPS guy came I hid, but he was all âDude. Nice chickenâ and Victor yelled, âIT IS NOT A NICE CHICKENâ. Which was probably very confusing to the UPS guy, who was just trying to be polite, Victor. Victor seemed more disgruntled than usual, so I finally dragged the chicken into the backyard and wedged it into a clump of trees so that it could scare the snakes away. Then I came in and Victor angrily pulled me into his office so that I could see that Iâd stationed BeyoncĂ© directly in front of his only window. And I was all â Exactly. YOUâRE WELCOME.â I told him that he could move BeyoncĂ© if he wanted to, but he totally hasnât. Probably because of all of the giant rocks I piled on Beyonceâs feet to dissuade burglars. Or possibly because BeyoncĂ© is growing on him. Still, I canât help but think that we wouldnât even be having this argument if BeyoncĂ© was towels. Honestly, this whole chicken is really a lesson in picking your battles more carefully. Plus, heâs awesome and I canât stop giggling every time I look at him. BeyoncĂ©, that is.
Best. 15th anniversary. ever.
UPDATED 2012: Itâs been half a year and people still continue to laugh, scream indignantly and to ask questions, so here are a few follow-ups. Victor and I are still (of course) happily married and after a few weeks he got over his giant rooster aversion. Beyonce stares at him from outside his office window. I eventually got new towels. â Knock-knock, dirty bird! â is embroidered on all of them. Victor was not impressed. Beyonce-the-giant-metal-chicken now has her own Facebook page with over 30,000 highly imaginative fans, and you can buy your own travel-sized Beyonce right here for under $20 . Youâre welcome world. Now please stop yelling at me.