dear love of my life,
wow. what a year it's been. i wanted to take a moment to walk down memory lane with you. yes, you chic-fil-a. don't be modest. you know how much you mean to me. let's go back to last year....
it seems like no matter what doctors' office complex i visit, there you are. just blocks away waiting to comfort me or to celebrate with me. you've always been there for me and never once let me down. at morning appointments your chicken minis greeted me with a smile. at noon appointments your number 1 combo with a half and half tea filled my tummy. one pickle slice if you were feeling fickle towards me, three if you were especially amorous.
i ate your delicious foods in your dining areas and admired their cleanliness. at other times i scarfed down your treats while driving.
for a period of time we were on the outs. some call it the first trimester. i call it a break up. something just wasn't right. i would gag at your presence. one time i threw up stomach bile when you passed by me. from that point on your red sign at the side of the road made me turn up my nose. we were apart for months.
but then, one day, during a wrestling tournament, something changed. i was starving and the only thing there to save me from my agony was you sweet precious chic-fil-a. you were there with your perfectly fried breast of chicken, pickle slice and white bread stuffed in a foil lined portable convenient pouch. when everyone else was gone, you never turned your back.
then there were your milkshakes. when nothing else would do, i'd waddle into your establishment with the determined pregnant waddle of a woman on a mission. chocolate milkshake with whipped cream and of course, the cherry on top. can taste it now, like it was yesterday.
what's better, is that even though i've tried to hide your bags in my car, or pretend that we aren't involved, you never let this change how you treat me and my family. when i was in the hospital with the baby, you provided nutritional sustenance for my dear husband. it's the kindest of acts.
so today we met up again at our old meeting place, roxboro road. just you and me chic-fil-a. you with your efficient double lane drive thru where orders never get mixed up. and me, starving, fresh from the doctor's office. thank you for the number 1 combo with the half and half tea. the waffle fries were fresh and the sandwich was your best work yet.
others may leave you behind, chic-fil-a. they might opt for something healthier or new. maybe they will be fooled by zaxby's only to find out that there is no changing table in the bathroom. but when they are there, kneeling on the floor with their newborn baby and a pile of nuclear poo, they will think of you chic-fil-a.
chic-fil-a, you are my one and only.
love always,
me
wow. what a year it's been. i wanted to take a moment to walk down memory lane with you. yes, you chic-fil-a. don't be modest. you know how much you mean to me. let's go back to last year....
it seems like no matter what doctors' office complex i visit, there you are. just blocks away waiting to comfort me or to celebrate with me. you've always been there for me and never once let me down. at morning appointments your chicken minis greeted me with a smile. at noon appointments your number 1 combo with a half and half tea filled my tummy. one pickle slice if you were feeling fickle towards me, three if you were especially amorous.
i ate your delicious foods in your dining areas and admired their cleanliness. at other times i scarfed down your treats while driving.
for a period of time we were on the outs. some call it the first trimester. i call it a break up. something just wasn't right. i would gag at your presence. one time i threw up stomach bile when you passed by me. from that point on your red sign at the side of the road made me turn up my nose. we were apart for months.
but then, one day, during a wrestling tournament, something changed. i was starving and the only thing there to save me from my agony was you sweet precious chic-fil-a. you were there with your perfectly fried breast of chicken, pickle slice and white bread stuffed in a foil lined portable convenient pouch. when everyone else was gone, you never turned your back.
then there were your milkshakes. when nothing else would do, i'd waddle into your establishment with the determined pregnant waddle of a woman on a mission. chocolate milkshake with whipped cream and of course, the cherry on top. can taste it now, like it was yesterday.
what's better, is that even though i've tried to hide your bags in my car, or pretend that we aren't involved, you never let this change how you treat me and my family. when i was in the hospital with the baby, you provided nutritional sustenance for my dear husband. it's the kindest of acts.
so today we met up again at our old meeting place, roxboro road. just you and me chic-fil-a. you with your efficient double lane drive thru where orders never get mixed up. and me, starving, fresh from the doctor's office. thank you for the number 1 combo with the half and half tea. the waffle fries were fresh and the sandwich was your best work yet.
others may leave you behind, chic-fil-a. they might opt for something healthier or new. maybe they will be fooled by zaxby's only to find out that there is no changing table in the bathroom. but when they are there, kneeling on the floor with their newborn baby and a pile of nuclear poo, they will think of you chic-fil-a.
chic-fil-a, you are my one and only.
love always,
me
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