I just got back from the Gulfview Square Mall Chick-fil-A, which is not my home base Chick-fil-A, and I ended up paying for it some regards, but in another way, it was lemonade from what could be just sour lemons.
I had to run to the mall for something (top secret in case Liza reads this) and I figured I’d just hit up the Chick-fil-A there. I’ve done it before, though hopefully the Trinity folks missed me. At any rate, I rolled up to the counter and was greeted by Melissa explaining something to the customer in front of me. Here’s Melissa (at least I think that was her name):
I’m looking at the forlorn face of the gal in front of me and as I go to ask for my Chick-fil-a Cookies & Cream milkshake, it hits me – they’re out. Doh! It was extra doh! because I had eaten with my mother-in-law earlier in the day. She had brought some spare ribs over with some broccoli, so I figured I’d do what I did on Monday or Tuesday, which was just to grab a shake.
So there I stood, befuddled and bedazzled, trying to figure out whether I should drive to the Trinity Chick-fil-A (like 20/25 minutes away), or should I grab some food/food, even though I wasn’t hungry. And then Melissa (if that was her name) made the suggestion of the night: cookies. A nice, piping hot 6 pack of Chocolate Chunk Cookies. (You don’t even want to know what one of those bad boys boasts in terms of caloric intake.) Let’s just put it this way – when you feel like you’re doing some curls for the girls just by picking up the bag off the counter, you know it ain’t friendly on the waistline. Just look at this picture:
I’m telling you, that thing is heavy. And while I wasn’t able to engage in a late night smooth and creamy, special and dreamy, Cookies and Creamy shake, I was able to make my own concoction which really, is second to none:
So even though I didn’t get what I planned, I got something just as grand. I’m all about being poetic tonight, apparently.
Early a.m. bike ride planned. Catch you on the flip side.