Remember my one New Year’s Resolution? Well we kicked off our year of weekly mother/son dates with a Saturday trip to Chick-Fil-A.
I tried to get some pictures of him eating waffle fries, but he wasn’t having any of it.
This one of him smiling sweetly at you will have to do.
Now, as soon as I walked into the Chick-fil-A, baby and diaper bag in tow, I knew I’d made a small error in judgement. First, it was busy. Because Chick-fil-A is always busy on Saturday. Plus it’s a new location. Double whammy. And I had no reinforcements. How was I going to to carry a baby and a bag and food and drinks and get a highchair and OMG, let’s just run out of here and hope no one notices the panic in my eyes.
But we didn’t run out and we had the best time. As busy as they were, several employees helped me in big ways. All I had to do was find a table. They brought me a high chair and our drinks and then our food when it was ready. I didn’t even have to get up to ask for a refill. Someone came to the table and got one for me. And just like always, when I thanked them for being so courteous, they responded with “my pleasure.”
I don’t know where Chick-fil-A finds their employees, but they’re doing something right.
All I had to worry about was spending some time with my boy, which was such a relief.
You guys, if I thought I loved Chick-fil-A before Saturday, it’s nothing compared to how I feel about it now.
Plus, those waffle fries. What is in those things? Do they fry them in heroin? I need some answers.