Okay, here's the thing... When I see people standing on the corner wearing a chicken costume, I don't suddenly feel like eating chicken. What I feel is:
1. Pity for the poor, minimum wage slacker who is stuck wearing a chicken costume on a Los Angeles freeway as the sun beats down on their faux-feather covered body.
2. Contempt for the business owner who thinks I'm stupid enough to give a crap about said slacker in the chicken costume.