starving in ormond beach

It was a long day yesterday.  Very back and forth. Neither of us had lunch.  I could feel myself getting pretty hangry around dinner time but knew that the chicken would be done around 6.  6pm I check it: 72 degrees.  6:15 I check it: 80 degrees.  By now, I'm cranky and my patience is running thin.  6:30 I check it: 82 degrees. I'm about losing my mind. "John! I can't believe how long this chicken is taking! I'm STARVING!"  Look, it's only 82 degrees and it's been in there forever! He says "Is that thermometer reading Celsius or Fahrenheit?"  Whoopsie! It was programmed for Celsius! Now, it's likely overdone! Boooo!