Alright, Anonymous finally asked the question you have all been thinking: What is up with Chic-fil-A? It is true, Chic-fil-A seems to be the bane of my existence each and every week. Whether it is a milkshake(usually cookies and cream, with whipped cream, hold the cherry) or chicken nuggets or whatever, it seems every week I am tempted and give in to the temptation. Well, there are several reasons why Chic-fil-A is at the top of my list, and I will tell you what they are.
First, Chic-fil-A is a tradition in our home. When we moved to Virginia many years ago, our first meal on our first day was breakfast at Chic-fil-A. My daughters were completely beside themselves because their mean and awful parents had ripped them away from their grandparents who gave them their every wish and desire (this, by the way, is not an exaggeration). When they were living near each other, my girls and my mother had a tradition of going to Chic-fil-A every week when she watched the kids for Emily and me. So, in a way, going to this place is a reminder of good memories for my children.
Second, you can only understand why we go to Chic-fil-A if you visit the one on Liberia Avenue in Manassas, Virginia. This place is seriously a community hub. They have "family night" every Thursday and the kids eat free. They have a clown come in weekly to make balloon animals for the kids. Santa comes in the winter, princesses come in the summer, they have fundraisers for Girl Scouts and schools and sports teams, etc., etc., etc. It really is a pretty awesome place to go, except that it is often packed. But, even then, their service is great and they are lightening fast at getting your food.
Third, if I were to choose a fast food place to eat, Chic-fil-A would beat anything else I know of. It is clean, they serve very high quality chicken, and they are friendly: a combination that few other fast food restaurants have. I don't know this for sure, but I am almost positive that these people cannot say "You're welcome." They only say, "My pleasure." I have no idea why, but if any of you do, I would appreciate knowing. I have NEVER once been told you're welcome at a Chic-fil-A, but I do know that if I asked them to clean up after my two-year-old decided to make her own Mount Vesuvius (post explosion) with chicken, various and sundry high-quality dipping sauces, and ketchup, I would be providing great pleasure to Chic-fil-A workers.
Fourth, and I will end here, this is where I get my weekly allotment of ketchup. Chic-fil-A has these awesome new ketchup containers, and I usually get a few extra for my lunches. This, of course, has raised a huge debate in our household as to whether I am "stealing" from Chic-fil-A or not. First, let me say that I do not believe I am. There are times when I (or Chic-fil-A employees) have thrown these out unused because someone thought they were going to use them and did not. Second, I only take a few, not a box. Third, I would happily pay for them if they asked. Fourth, if I did ask, I am almost positive it would be "their pleasure" to let me have a few. Fifth, I don't need to justify anything to you!
And that, my friends, is what the obsession about Chic-fil-A is all about.
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