Where's my Chicken?

Two days ago someone invited us out to dinner. Chinese. I like Chinese. One of us in the party ordered "orange chicken." A huge plate came that could feed ten thousands. It occurred to this person that I should take this chicken home for lunch the next day. Unfortunately a) I don't like orange chicken b) I was several hundred miles away from home and the chicken would have to roost in the car overnight until I got home. After dinner we visited a friend and I tried to sneak the chicken into her condo but it was noticed and I had to leave the chicken in the car. So the chicken was in the car until the next afternoon and I did not bother to take the chicken out of the car as I arrived home as I was not going to consume it nor feed it to the dogs. They deserve better than day old chicken that sat and travelled in a car unrefrigerated. This morning I decided to take the chicken out of the car - finally - and placed the container momentarily on the roof. Yep, you already know the end of the story I bet. I drove off, forgetting to pitch the chicken into the trash. Suddenly, around the bend, I heard this plop, plob and the plastic container had fallen off the roof, opened and the chicken pieces were rolling all over the road. That is my chicken story. When I came back several hours later, the road was clean. I wonder who had orange chicken for lunch today.