Be brave now.
This is going to be hard for some of you.
I don't think I will be starting my chicken sitting empire anytime soon, which means that franchise opportunities will not be available for a very long while.
Did you miss the chicken sitting franchise post? Seriously? OK. Go read it and come back please. Just click here. We'll wait.
Wow. You are a fast reader.
And since you came back so quickly I'm certain that you, too, are now excited about the possibility of joining the chicken sitting world.
But don't be.
I got a call from Canada yesterday. Sadly it wasn't about someone there wanting to give me some socialized medicine. Sigh.
It did involve some devastating and dream wrecking chicken news.
The lady I am watching the chickens for went on a vacation to Canada for a month, thus the need for me to watch her five little squawkers. Her husband is leaving this morning and has been chicken sitting.
I don't think he has been very good at it, though.
Because she was calling to tell me that four of the chickens were dead. And that the fifth wasn't doing too well. She was crying.
I wanted to tell her that things like this often happen when you use free, untrained help instead of employing paid, professional chicken sitters.
I wasn't sure about the correct phrase to console someone about their chickens demise. If the franchising empire starts up again I will have to work on that phraseology for "just in case".
She started crying harder when I told her that eggs would be on sale at the store again someday, so I figured it might be better to just shut up.
And, to be honest, I admit I might have just been a little insensitive because I hadn't really bonded with the chickens yet.
I felt guilty for making her cry harder, so I told her I would be happy to go feed the remaining chicken in the morning.
She was grateful.
She told me I might want to check if it was still alive before the Granddaughters got upset seeing a dead chicken.
This is totally not working out.
In addition to wrecking my dream of a new business, I will now have to buy eggs AND possibly console weeping little girls about a dead chicken.
PS. No real chickens were hurt in that picture. They are rubber chickens. AND I didn't really tell that her about eggs being on sale. That would be totally insensitive and crass. And I would never, ever, ever be totally insensitive and crass to a woman with dead chickens. So there!