
I know they are required to say “It’s my pleasure”, but it sounds so disingenuous and rehearsed. I wonder if they have a code word similar to people at Disney World when they say “Have a magical day”. Maybe “My Pleasure” is the code word and they hate all their customers. Perhaps I’ll just stop saying thank you and save them the trouble.
I used to avoid Chick-fil-A. I realize now that was a mistake, but let me lay the groundwork for my insanity. Growing up, there was only one Chick-fil-A in West Virginia that I knew about. It was in the Huntington Mall, and they handed out free samples near one of the entrances. In principle, I don’t trust restaurants that hand out free samples. Probably because they’re leftovers or food that fell on the floor. Also, I don’t trust stores that don’t have a brick-and-mortar establishment. Like those mall kiosks in the middle of the aisle when they jump in your path and try to rub lotion on you.
Back in 2008, I had my first exposure to Chick-fil-A. My only concern is that I didn’t expose myself sooner because, for a while, I couldn’t stop myself from having Chick-fil-A regularly. It was a cheat day staple. However, in the past year or two, I’ve had quite enough of their antics. Long drive-thru line, stale fries, sandwiches that were in the bag too long. My last visit was a simple number one combo that I had to wait 20 minutes for after I had to pull forward and wait in a designated area while 20 other cars behind me got their food and went on their merry way.
I’m still waiting on them to branch out and open other restaurants. I’m sure I could get used to “Cow-Fil-A” or “Pig-Fil-A”, or maybe even “Trout-Fil-A”. Chick-fil-A is played out.
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