I love Chick-Fil-A! For those in the know, you understand the love. What is extremely difficult for me is not having a Chick-Fil-A anywhere nearby! It’s ridiculous actually. How is it possible to not have one anywhere in this state? I lived in Maine before here, and that state didn’t have one either. I really need to rethink where I might live next: requirement #1 — Chick-Fil-A; requirement #2 — ocean coastline. It’s surprising that I’ve managed to survive all these years without it. Every other state in the Big 10 has one, so why not here?. Actually I lied; there is one in this state. But it’s not a real one — it’s part of the cafeteria at Oakland University in Rochester, MI. You can’t even order anything; you just grab what’s available and take your tray to the cashier. It’s better than nothing though.
However, there is one in Toledo, OH. But there is something about having to cross state lines to get some chicken that seems kinda wrong. Like bad-addiction wrong. It’s different if you’re going to Toledo for some other reason and you just decide to stop by Chick-Fil-A for a snack. Totally legit! But just for the food? (Did I mention that there is also a Waffle House in Toledo?) Of course, that doesn’t mean that I haven’t done it. Sometimes, in a moment of weakness, you just fall off the wagon, drive to a totally different state, and order some sandwiches, fries, and a couple of 120-nugget platters. It’s not like I ate those all by myself; there was a party involved (well, at least that’s the excuse that I use). But after spending some years growing up in the south, that chicken is a staple of life. To me, it’s like a part of home. And what’s wrong with a little taste of home?
I do have tomorrow off, though. Now, I’m not a Jedi, but I foresee a road trip in my near future.