Chicken Broth

I went out for dinner today.

Whoaaa. Wait. What the hell is that? Yeah, it is a chicken head. And yes, I did put it on my plate. After disapproving looks (I think) from dinner guests, this chicken head was on the handle of my spoon, dipping into my tea cup.

Then, that kind of happened.

And then, we left. I looked through the window to see the next group going in to eat. The couple looked at our table, whispered in each other's ears and then looked back at the table. I was kind of laughing like I had killed a farm of chickens, or something manic like that.

They must have:

a) thought that it might've been some kind of special chicken broth

b) been disgusted by a very sick joke

c) felt that the chicken had a very traumatic death

d) lost their appetite

e) all of the above

Potentially e).

Sorry..