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For three years, my husband bought me chicken wings from the same shop. He loved them extra spicy, while I always got mine with sour cream and onion. One day, he had to work late, and I suddenly had a craving. So, I went to the shop myself. As usual, I said, "One with sour cream and onion, please." The owner gave me a strange look. "Sweetie, we don't have that here." I pointed at the slightly green chicken wings on the grill. "Those ones." The owner suddenly realized what I meant and waved his hand. "Oh, you mean those ones? Those are the day-old leftovers from our buy-five-get-one-free deal. "They've been sitting around long enough to change color. We don't sell them separately." Then, as if he'd suddenly remembered something, he added, "Come to think of it, there used to be a young couple who came in all the time asking for those. "They said they were taking them home to feed their dog. "You have a dog too?"