Chicken beater

When Jon and I just moved in together to our first apartment in East Haven, CT, we were both just learning to be on our own.  One of our undertakings was learning how to cook.  At that point my most intricate meal consisted of mac and cheese and I'm pretty sure that I even managed to ruin that.

So about a month or two into our new independent life, I decided to call my mother and ask her how to make chicken.  She explained the many details that went into making chicken, like buying the chicken, salt and peppering it, breading it and then sticking it on the skillet.  One thing she did mention is to make sure that the chicken is kind of thin so it doesn't dry out when I try to overcook it, which I obviously would. 

Jon and I decided that this was totally doable and went to Wal-Mart to get some supplies, like a skillet and breading.  We were walking up and down isles looking for supplies, but I couldn't find the one thing that I really needed.  I walked up the Wal-Mart employee and said, "Excuse me, but do you know where I could find a chicken beater?"

This employee was a young girl who must still be in high school.

The employee looked at me and said, "Do you mean the meat tenderizer?"