So as I was roaming the halls of the capitol in Jefferson City today trying to speak to representatives about this illegal immigration bill, I couldn't help but smell the scent of chicken wings.
It turns out, it was the Wing Ding. Since the House was putting in a long final day, the chicken wings were being served up on fourth floor. The chamber is on the third floor. Trays of chicken wings gave the members a chance to grab a bite and get back to work. Perhaps they wanted to make a point that they weren't out golfing.