You Never Know When a Dominatrix Might Be Listening

We check in on local dominatrix/columnist Mistress Matisse's blog every once in a while -- oh, who are we kidding, we subscribe to her RSS feed. Who doesn't want to hear true tales of sex work?

When she documents phone calls, they're usually odd ones she receives. But she recently posted about a call she overheard at Ezell's, wherein a very (but not inexhaustably) patient employee talked a caller through reheating some chicken in their oven:

"250 degrees. That’s low."

"…"

"Well, it depends how hot you want it. Leave it in there for five minutes. Then check it."

"…"

"No, not in the box," said the matriarch, as she selected a pair of original-recipe thighs with a pair of large steel tongs. "Put it on a cookie sheet or something, and put it in the oven for five or ten minutes."