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| - I realize I've been on a 5-star streak, but I really can't lie and say that Chick-fil-A doesn't deserve it for what it is, and for the sheer joy it brought me on Saturday.
I was driving around a million places. Baby was fussy. She finally fell asleep and I did NOT want to get her out of the car. (You know how you just drive around because you are desperate for time to yourself and you don't want the motion of removing the baby to wake them up?) Anyway. I'm realizing more and more what purpose drive-thrus serve. The purpose of making it slightly easier on someone with one or more whiny, tired, sleeping, or cranky kids in the car. So, yeah. From now on when I go through the drive-thru I say "I'm not lazy. It's because of the BABY." uh huh.
Anyway, I have had a desire to try Chick-Fil-A ever since I (silly me!) tried to go there on a Sunday and it was closed. You wanna play hard to get, chicken? You're just not that into me? OK. I understand that game.
By the time I pulled into the parking lot on Center Ridge Rd., I admit it. I was desperate. I was so happy they had a drive-thru (I'd been counting on this, but realizing it might not happen). There were a few cars ahead of me so I had time to decide what to get. But I tried to play it cool and not stress it.
Am I the only one who gets stressed out at a drive-thru if I've never been to the restaurant before, because there's not enough time to look at the menu? I think it's a valid concern. First of all, I need to see what they have. Then I have to make a good decision, because I can't change it once I've driven past the order window. Lastly, I have to deal with impatient fucknuts behind me who think that they're literally gonna DIE if they don't order YESTERDAY.
But I handled myself well. I got the deluxe sandwich, no drink, with an order of fries. Let me tell you. Those fries tasted (gasp!) like actual potatoes!!!!!! Oh my gosh. They were so good, and perfect for eating and driving. I saved the chicken sandwich until I got home.
Of course the baby woke up as soon as I turned the car off, so I had to endure yet another "eat against the clock" fiasco until she started crying. But that's ok. I mean, fast food is meant to be shoved down your trap as fast as possible, right?
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