Kentucky Fried Chapel Hill

Col. Harland Sanders shows North Carolinians how to "do chicken right."
This is me on Halloween. If you can't already tell, I went as Colonel Sanders. One of my friends, upon realizing that I owned a seersucker suit, suggested the idea. All I did was find a mustache, wide-rimmed glasses, white hair spray, and a chicken bucket. The rest, as they say, is history.
One of my classmates came up to me that night and asked, "So did you own that suit before Halloween?" I told her that I did indeed. Next she asked, "So, did you, like, um, wear it in public and stuff?" She was clearly puzzled and intrigued by the mysteriously lightweight, striped fabric.
Being able to tell her that I not only tied my own bowtie, but also wore the seersucker suit to Delta weddings, Easter church service, and summer parties was one of my finer moments that night. That, and realizing how glad I am to be from Mississippi.
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