#0088 | that is some foul fowl.

Submitted by Kendra from New York, New York.

Here’s Kendra’s story:

“Every morning I make the commute from my little apartment in Chinatown to my job on the Upper East Side.  This trip involves walking past a number of Chinese restaurants and meat markets, many of which take great pride in displaying the freshness of their poultry.  So along with my cup of coffee, I’m treated to a panorama of bloody animals hung defiantly in all of these shop windows.

I don’t want to be ethnocentric or anything, but it’s hard for me to see this stuff first thing in the morning without turning my stomach.  I guess I knew what I was getting myself into when I signed that lease.”