What Goes Around Comes Around

A bunch of years ago we had lunch at the Crackle Barrel in Cartersville.  We both had chicken that was boneless The chick was delicious.  But each piece of chicken, breast, was too much.  We decided to ask for a box to carry home and we will be able to keep on enjoying that delicious for another day.  We put the chicken in one of the boxes they supplied  and left.
Hours later I said I was looking forward to our chicken lunch the next day.  What chicken lunch?  Neither one of us remembered picking up the box when we left.
We looked in car.  It was not in the car.  Oh me!
I fretted over that lost delicious for years.

Yesterday after the concert we had an early dinner at Crackle Barrel near Kennesaw College.

We had chicken.  It was as tasty and juicy we lost years ago in Cartersville.  We had more than we could eat and carried some home that actually made it home with us.

My faith in the Universe has been restored.