Dear Chick-fil-A,
I don't know how much longer I can keep doing this, we became Besties back in 1981 when I walked into that mall in Panama City and saw your chicken goodness. It was so simple then, I give you money & you hand me over a chicken sandwich with Pickley tartness on top. There were few questions and less demands on me, we had a nice relationship. When I moved away a few years later I thought I'd never see you again except traveling down south. Maybe a stop in "hi how you doing" and we would share a meal and find past moments together. Recently you came back into my life and I know we've both changed, but I didn't realize you've become so demanding and uncaring. I've tried to put up with the new you for quite sometime now, little things like "What's your name, I need your name I have to know who you are".
So I want some sweet chicken and I know I've changed too, instead of a sandwich I now go with strips, but when I try to order s #6, it's all "Will I be dining in or taking out?", yes that's a valid question, but when I say I would like a number six with no salt fries and no ice in my Coke zero do we have to start over again because I didn't start with the question you haven't asked yet? So we start over with I will be dining and yes, I would like a number 6, four chicken strips and when I try to say no salt, you interrupted me because you need to know what kind of sauces I'm going to have I'm going to tell you but did you get the part about the no salt, no it's not time for that yet, so I'm patient and I wait yes I will take a honey mustard and a Polynesian sauce thank you now can I tell you that I want no salt on my fries? Evidently not, you need to know the drink that I want so I do say again Coke zero no ice then we go back to no salt on my fries. I get hat you have to type it in the computer, I understand that, but when you fill a cup full of ice and fill it with Coke zero, hand it to me, why do you get surprised when I say that must not be for me because I ordered no ice? Next comes the "I need to know your name for the order." I look around and see that I'm the only customer in the building so I question the validity of needing it and I'm told we have to have it for your order. At first I thought Nostradamus, Demetrius or a similar intricate name would work but realized the clone like teenagers trying to make spending money didn't need to be subjected to that, so I just started giving the employee taking my order's name to see what happened. That seems to work, male or female, but now what you make me do I can almost not forgive. You hand me my drink and my sauces and act like I am the morning after guy that you don't want to face and just forget, so you turn your head and state "I can help the next customer", so you expect me to gather my little goodies and walk over to stand by the trashcan and wait for my meal to come. Once I gather my three or four packets of sauces and a drink, I get napkins a fork, knife and a ketchup packet, I can't carry all these without dropping something. I thought it would be nice if you kick me to the curb with a tray to carry everything, but when I ask for one, you give me a takeout carry tray... and that only confuses the tray keepers of the food, because they say oh I thought this was for here it's to go and I say no this is just to carry all my little things without a tray. My only other option is to find a dirty tray to carry my supplies while I wait for my clean tray with food..... so Chick-fil-A I don't know that we can continue to do this, I keep coming back hoping it will get better, but it doesn't seem to, so if you don't see me, I'm sorry, but I just don't know if we're good for each other anymore. read more