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Once upon a time, I spent my first year of college in North Carolina. Bojangles locations were in no short supply, and I was always excited when people-who-had-cars would suggest a trip. We alternated between Bojangles, TB and Cookout. (Oh how I miss you, my Cookout!)
When we missed our Charlotte connection, before even leaving the plane, I turned to my friend and said I hoped they had an airport Bojangles. It was 8 a.m. at the time, but oh well. I had been up since 2:30 a.m. so it was basically lunchtime.
Sure enough, we got off the plane, looked at the terminal map and eventually made our way over (after getting beers, of course). I was so thrilled to be in the presence of Bojangles again that I asked my friend to take a photo of me with their sign. I assume all of the staff members thought I was a total nutjob, but it's okay!
Opening my chicken sandwich and seasoned fries took me right back to the 2000s. Thank you, airport Bojangles, for the wonderful nostalgic meal. Love, love, love.
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