I can't believe I've lived 36 years of my life as a Chick-Fil-A virgin.
And yes, that is one of the worst pictures of me ever taken. But I'm posting it anyway, because I'm still high from the crack that is the Original Chicken Sandwich accompanied by waffle fries and sweet tea. If I wasn't holding the baby, I would have been double-fisting.
I have no pride now. Only grief. Because in 18 hours, I return to a world devoid of Chick-Fil-A.
So here's what I need to know: How many visits do you think I can fit in between then and now without appearing unseemly? And do you think I can eat breakfast there twice if I: a. visit two separate restaurants on the way to the airport and b. claim to be part Hobbit?
