There are two types of chooks in this world. Chooks who plan ahead... ...and chooks doing 110 km/h with the fuel light on, yelling "Hold the door, mate!" as they sprint into the bottle-o at 20:57. You've already done the mental maths. "It's only seven minutes away." "Nah, She’ll be right! Every red light becomes a personal attack. You throw the car into the first park you see, accidentally leave it running, and leg it through the automatic doors like you're chasing Olympic gold. The bloke at the counter just gives you that look. He knows. You know. "Just made it." The cashier is already counting the till and doesn't even look up. "Sakes! You better be paying with card!" Nothing tastes sweeter than than a Chook after a breaking the chook barrier on a bottle-o run.