We all know all rats gotta die. But what happens when the rat you have a contract out on turns up in your dinner?
Envision this. Rosemary Thomas of Harlem wakes up, probably has a long terrible day and all she wants is some Popeyes fried chicken. She makes the trek to the restaurant. She deals with all the glitches that come with relying on other people to take your food order and then she sits down and she fucking gets a rat head where there is supposed to be chicken.
She wrote about it in a Facebook post that has since gone viral. The store has yet to comment.