I don’t get to eat at Chic-Fil-A much. They are just beginning to expand into the People’s Republik of Kalifornia. There are none near me so I had to drive over a hill, through a valley and across a freeway to get to one yesterday to celebrate the boycott of their business. I was really looking forward to some chicken nuggets and I was going to try their buffalo sauce this time.
Alas, I could not even get into their parking lot. It was jammed. And this was a large parking lot that was to provide parking for several other national chain stores. I bet those other stores were a bit unhappy with the boycott. I had to park far away and walk. At the store there was a long, winding line.
I know that these were people there to support Chic-Fil-A, not to protest. How did I know? They were polite and orderly. They were smiling and talking to people around them. No one was screaming and yelling. Although a few needed haircuts, none needed baths or lessons in manners. I did notice that there was one protestor there. He was the one the news media were talking to. At least I assumed he was a protestor. I can’t see our media wasting their time talking to real people.
My wife called me from the east coast to say it was the same there.
As the cows of Chic-Fil-A say, “Eat more chicken.” One of the great things about Chic-Fil-A is that their chicken is lower calorie than the other chains that sell fast food chicken. Tastes great, lose weight, fight fate. And support a company whose only sin is to close on Sunday.
homo unius libri
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