Day 9 has now come and almost gone, and I would be remiss if I didn’t relay my Chick-fil-A experience. It would also defeat the purpose of the blog, which is Every Day with Chick-fil-A. Right now is just a crazy time in my life. Mi vida loca, over and over, destiny turns on a dime. (Country fans will get the reference.) And yes, I think I wrote it in the feminine tense, ease up grammar Nazis. (And to my Jewish friends, I love you, we share the same biblical history, but the Nazi comment is a figure of speech; please take it with a grain of humble salt.)
Here’s what I got going on:
- I’m headed very soon to Uganda with 18 other awesome folks for a Man Up missions trip to serve orphans and widows, and I can’t wait to get to Africa! That said, when you’re responsible for helping lead the trip, it’s just a whole ‘nother animal, beastly and hairy. Taming the beast though, is the goal. We’re leading a Man Up Men’s Conference there for the first time ever and have been organizing and writing curriculum for this event. It’s rewarding work, and I love it, but time is of the essence, and I’m up against the clock.
- We are having to redo a bunch of paperwork for our adoption. This is a very good problem to have, because it means we’re moving forward instead of standing still like we’re in Eisenhower expressway traffic at 5 pm on a Tuesday rolling out of downtown Chicago. But again, it’s more time, and more money for that matter. I’ll say it again, adoption is not for the faint of heart.
- We got some business deals in the works which are requiring a lot of extra time and careful attention. Another excellent problem. As my buddy Bjorn says, it’s kind of like needing to buy more chairs at a restaurant. Obviously the food’s good, and you need to take the time to plan a way to accommodate the folks. That’s where we’re at.
All that being said, there’s nothing like heading out for a little Chick-fil-A for free. And today was oh so worth it. Not only did we get the pleasure of perusing Walmart today, but we hit up the Chick-fil-A in the mall too! There’s just a whole new breed of mall rats these days. Like this guy:
What is that, a bunscumber? I mean, I couldn’t tell if he had weapons in those pockets or if he just always sachets with his derriere in public. Whatever the reason, there was plenty to enjoy about the mall. In this guy’s defense, he’s probably not really a “mall rat,” exactly. He was just, well, fixated with that darn jacket around his backside. Hey, whatever floats your boat.
My favorite part of today’s trip? Victor! This guy was awesome. If you don’t believe me, just look at this smiling face for the camera:
He required me to wear a hat before I ordered my Chick-fil-A® Spicy Chicken Sandwich, which I was obviously all about. Hats are great, especially on defensive coordinators from Elmhurst College in the late 90’s. But I digress.
Liza ordered the Chick-fil-A® Asian Salad, which looked eerily similar to the Cobb, but that tangy Honey Sesame Dressing was a deal-maker! (Yes, she did let me have a little of hers too.)
We quickly ate in the mall, and I would tell you more about this adventure, but my wife is texting me that the dog has to poop, and let’s just say that in this case, good things do NOT come to those who wait.
Until next time…