The day I had awaited for months was upon me. Bleary eyed from lack of sleep and slightly delirious I presented myself before the counter of a local Chick-fil-a restaurant.
For days it was part of my dreaming, longing for its yummy goodness to the point I could smell and taste it – a form of self torture perfected during our months in Africa.
But then. Suddenly. Moment of crisis!
Chicken salad? Chicken sandwich? Chicken nuggets?
It is after all so very delicious and each with its own positive traits beckoning to my lustful tastebuds.
Go with the classic I told myself. “Chicken sandwich combo,” I proudly declared to the cashier. Crisis averted.
Or so I thought.
“Do you want lettuce, tomato, and cheese with that?” Dumbstruck. What did I just hear?
“That is an option??” Quickly recovering my wits and realizing this glorious masterpiece of a sandwich has been enhanced in my absence I pounced at the opportunity to try it.
“Would you like to make that a large combo?” I mean really did she just ask me that?? “Oh yes please!! Sweet tea to drink!”
Yes friends I can now say that I have traveled the world but there still is not a chicken sandwich I have tasted that can compare with the goodness found at Chick-fil-a.
