I always thought Chick-fil-a was an outstanding company. Good food and great service every time I visited. That’s why I was pretty surprised as I sat at the drive-through waiting to place my order for what seemed like a very long time. As it happened, my daughter was in the car with me and we were chatting so I didn’t realize how long it was actually taking until we had talked at length about what we wanted to order and the conversation turned to other subjects. What could possibly be taking so long?
I inched up a bit so that I was directly in front of the speaker and waited some more. Silence. No one greeted me or asked to take my order. This was getting a little ridiculous. I quickly scanned the parking lot and noticed that there were very few cars. As we continued to chat, I wondered how they could have so few customers and still be this slow.
I glanced in the rearview mirror. There was no one behind me. How peculiar. I stopped talking and surveyed the parking lot again. There were actually only two cars parked in the back of the lot. That’s when it dawned on me. “What’s today?” I asked my daughter. “Um, it’s Sunday,” she replied as a grin spread slowly across her face. “They’re closed on Sunday, Mom.”
I scooched down in my seat, casually put my car in drive and attempted a discreet getaway. Obviously, this wasn’t too hard. There was no one there to see me.
