I auditioned for Kentucky Fried chicken a few years ago in Austin, Texas. The audition took place inside the kitchen of a restaurant that was getting ready to open. For the audition we had to eat cold fried chicken that looked old. I was the grand pa and a little boy was my nephew. They had us do it several times and at the last take when I was asking my nephew if he had enjoyed the chicken, he puked all over my face. The poor little guy could not deal with it no more and I was the one who paid the price. The make things worse, I did not get the job.