You've fried a WHOPPING 400-500 chickens in your day? That does mean in your entire life, as implied, right? That's less than a week of frying in my experience--and for a total of about eight YEARS combining KFC and Church's, mostly in high school and college, and ALL at more than 50 hours a week. They didn't exactly enforce those child labor laws back then, permitting me to save real money for college.
Having seen plenty of crackpots complain about imperfect chicken, ALL of whom claimed to be experts, I think I WON'T trust you--or anyone else, for that matter, tyvm.
You want to sue for an unproven maggot. You made a scene during lunch rush, thus inconveniencing loads of customers and ruining the days of several people who aren't paid NEARLY enough to deal with folks like you. Yep, I'm impressed. Please note the dripping of intense sarcasm.
Sure wish I'd sued somebody for every bit of dissatisfaction I've had in life. With all that's gone wrong, I'd be SET.
I had a worm stand at attention and practically WAVE at me once while eating a cookie around age eight. We were on one of those horrific 13+-hour road trips and the family had consumed all but about six cookies in the package while travelling 70-85 mph. At my calm announcement of "I don't want to alarm anyone, but there's a worm in my cookie," Mom immediately puked all over the luxury car's front seat--and we're just thankful DAD was driving at the time.
Life takes PERSPECTIVE and a sense of humor. That bit of gristle is surely a gourmet treat somewhere in the world, and if it was in fact a maggot, then it's DEFINITELY a treat somewhere!