I said yes many times and whipped on my souvenir Chick-Fil-A Bowl shirt. Around an hour later, this happened:
However: if you think I look excited--and I was, since Chick-Fil-A has been a twice-a-year-or-so experience ever since I moved here in the summer of '06--you should know that the cow was there as part of a promotion in which anyone who visited the Chick-Fil-A dressed as a cow would get a free combo. Midway through my second (deliriously good) sandwich, a couple in their 70s approached the counter. They were wearing matching pastel Chick-Fil-A shirts--his baby blue, hers light pink--and taped-on cow spots cut out of black construction paper. Oh, and Chick-Fil-A caps with attached cow ears. They picked up their free combos, chatted with the cow, and walked over to their tables looking as happy as, well, people who love Chick-Fil-A that have just received a big free bag of Chick-Fil-A usually look.
God bless them. We'd all agree it's a better life you lead for yourself if you can find things to love unabashedly, wholeheartedly, as long as those things are worthy, right? It's such a relief to know there are other people out there, like Orson, like that couple, that also believe there is so much out there less deserving than these sandwiches.
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I travel weekly in the southeast and obviously eat out. I have been known to eat out at Chick-fil-a 5 meals in a row. I say this not to rub it in your face but to make the point that I am quite the connoisseur. That being said if in a jam try the Applebee’s chicken sliders sans honey mustard... I will admit it is like a heroin addict taking Methadone but it will take the edge off.
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