Whew. Day 14 – are you over yet? This has been one of those, If-I-don’t-laugh-about-it-I’ll-cry kind of days. I’m man enough to admit it. So much to do. So much to prepare. So little time. It’s all good though.
Before I share my late night run to the Trinity Chick-fil-A, I have to tell you about a serious Twilight Zone experience earlier today. I can’t get my Brighthouse bill to load in Google Chrome, so I call up my local rep to pay by phone. (Sorry if you’ve seen this on Facebook already, but I’m bringing back Baby Girl and not making apologies for it.)
Anywho, here’s the conversation:
Brighthouse Customer Service Rep: Hello, [muffled muffled muffled] can I help you?
Me: I’m sorry, what was your name?
Brighthouse CSR: Baby Girl
Me: Wait, what?
Her: Baby Girl
Me: Baby Girl. is that your real name?
Baby Girl: Yessir.
Me: Is that on your birth certificate?
Baby Girl: Yessir.
Me: Well then, Baby Girl, I’d like to pay my bill….
Really? Really…Baby Girl? That’s your name. Did you not think it might be a good idea to change it before working in a call center where you it would be your job for the first words out of your mouth to be, ‘Hello, I’m Baby Girl, how can I help you?’ Really, Baby Girl? Really…. [SNL fans know what I’m talking about – go HERE if you don’t. Although word of advice, if you can’t laugh at a joke about Michael Vick and his “recreational” proclivities then viewer discretion is advised. Also, it’s really poor quality, Comcast.]
Now this wasn’t as Zwilightish per se, but as I was rolling into the Winn Dixie to do a shopping run, I see lights go off and turn around to witness this, though it’s hard to see:
Now those who live in the area would find nothing surprising about this happening in Moon Lake. But nevertheless, when you see it all go down live, there’s a sense of voyeuristic wonder about the whole thing. On the one hand, you’re like, “yeah, get ’em!” But there’s the grace side of me, the compassionate side of me that says, “Dude, I feel bad for you…why’d you gotta go and pull a Michael Vick?”
[Side note – although I detest the inhumane treatment of all living creatures, I don’t appall Michael Vick. He just happens to be in the line of fire tonight.]
Okay, so this has been my latest Chick-fil-A run yet. Liza got to come with me (which is always a huge plus!), and we took about a dozen pics of the moon because it was so amazingly bright. Of all the pics, this is our best shot (makes you feel sorry for our worst one, huh?).
There’s only so much you can do with an iPhone, let’s be honest.
We rolled up to the Chick-fil-A about 9:45, and I was in the mood for a salad. But since Liza is GF (gluten free for those not in the know), she whimpered about not having some of my waffle fries, which are GF. Well girlfriend, it doesn’t take much for me to get on board with some Chick-fil-A Waffle Fries, so I ordered at number 5 with an 8-pc and a large fries so we could split it, and she ordered her standby, the Asian Salad.
If I’m honest, my nuggets were not as hot as I’d like, but I’m hard to please – if it doesn’t leave a scar on my tongue, it wasn’t hot enough. Scars aside, my server McKenzie was nice and ready for both my VIP card and Liza’s as well. Here’s McKenzie getting ready to serve me my 1/2 Diet, 1/2 Regular Dr. Pepper:
Liza thinks I’m strange to capture the servers on camera, and admittedly, 10 or even 5 years ago it may’ve been. But we live in a Big Brother world, and they’ve all been so gracious anyhow. Thanks for the memories, Chick-fil-A employees!
Good night folks. Day 14, in the books.