re: Chick-Fil-A paid for my meal this morning

I mean, Chick-Fil-A is great if that’s your thing and all...

For me, nothing compares to the joy of waiting in line and Burger King or Popeyes and hearing a muffled “Wut U won’t?” Blasting through the speaker. I reply courteously every time and say “can I please order such-and-such?”

I hate hearing my order confirmed and my total given to me. Instead, I love it when the employee taking my order ignores that and simply says “K pull-roun” and I do so.

I love pulling up to the window to pay, seeing laughter and enjoyment in the background... employees shouting expletives at one another and just ‘joshing’ around. They’ll even throw the N word ending in A in there on occasion. It’s really silly and fun, especially for kids. They then open the window and professionally avoid giving me my total still. I give them my card and they return it without all the inefficiency of hearing a “Thank-You”

Finally, I pull to the window to receive my meal. The ambiance of grease and food that’s been sitting for hours whisks over me. I am captivated. I am in heaven. The employee opens her window. The furrowed look on her brow let’s me know how seriously she takes her occupation... so focused that she almost looks angry. The sweat on her face shows the determination she works with, and the lack of a hairnet informs me that she must be working so hard that she hardly has time to even consider that sort of stuff. Then, nostrils flaring with each breath, She confirms someone else’s order with me. Realizing it’s a difficult job, and things can often be mixed-up; I’ll normally reply with a “No ma’am, that’s not mine, I had the such-and-such”, and they’ll say nothing about the near mix-up. Lastly, I’ll receive my bag. She’s even careful enough to not scratch me with her long, beautiful, colorful nails. I manage a nervous “Thank You” and drive away with the transaction complete. I will then open the bag only to have the biggest grin imaginable on my face... Those practical jokers got me again. They’re so thoughtful, they play this same prank on me every time, and I’ll have a meal that I did not order.

I mean, can you get that kind of dedication at Chick-Fil-A?