Okay, so I am somehow able to attract evil into my life. I think everyone remembers the free milkshake at Chic-fil-A situation, right? (If not, see Day 158.) So, three days later, I go back to Chick-fil-A at my children's request. I decide I am going to be extra good, and I really don't get anything substantive to eat. I sit down, I talk with my daughters, I try my best not to eat any french fries, and I am generally good.
Chic-fil-A has this "program" where if you don't like the toy they give you, you can exchange it for an ice cream cone. It is a great idea, since no kid in their right mind likes the "educational" toys that Chic-fil-A offers. Anyway, at the end of the lunch, the girls go up to get their ice cream cones. Elsie comes back first, with ice cream already all over her face from diving into the cone as soon a she gets it. Maggie comes next, grinning from cheek to cheek over her icy cold treat. Mia then comes skipping along, trips, and spills her ice cream cone all over the floor.
Of course, everyone is sad, and the Chic-fil-A people cannot stand to see Mia disappointed in losing her ice cream cone. They call her back over, and give her not one, but two, ice cream cones. "You can give this to your dad," they say.
Alright, I have shown myself on many occasions that I can withstand temptation. I feel like I fight, and fight, and fight to do what is right. I throw away an ENTIRE MILKSHAKE without even flinching. But, there is only so much someone can do before he begins to believe fate is playing a role. I don't know why, but for some reason, I was meant to eat that ice cream. And did I? Well, let me just ask, who am I to mess around with fate?
2 comments:
Jeff Merchant! I can't believe you did that.
seriously. dude.
you did good! waste is bad. and, you rewarded yourself for all of your hard work. Next time, why not get the eats to go and eat in the car, or take home?
Post a Comment