yucky chicken

Today we made what has become our weekly trip to Costco. We only needed a few things, but among them were a few rotisserie chickens. Back in the spring, I attended a tea at my parent's church. They served the most amazing chicken salad. I got the recipe and have made a few batches since then. The key difference is that it doesn't use chicken from a can. As I set aside the discarded chickens (we made more than one for our neighbors across the street, who recently had quadruplets...no, that isn't a typo!), Chris came in. After inspecting my chickens, he informed me that I had missed quite a bit of meat, to which I responded, "No, I didn't. The rest is yucky dark and slimy meat.". He proceeded to pick of more chicken and add it to my pile. I allowed this, somewhat begrudgingly, because I don't like dark meat as it kind of grosses me out. So am I wasting chicken by insisting on leaving the dark/slimy meat, or am I right in the philosophy that that sort of meat shouldn't be eaten? He finally got tired of me inspecting the additions he was making and discarding a few of them...and eventually quit.