Opus 2012-173, Chic-Fil-A Boycott Boycotted

I don’t get to eat at Chic-Fil-A much.  They are just beginning to expand into the People’s Republik of Kalifornia.  There are none near me so I had to drive over a hill, through a valley and across a freeway to get to one yesterday to celebrate the boycott of their business.  I was really looking forward to some chicken nuggets and I was going to try their buffalo sauce this time.

Alas, I could not even get into their parking lot.  It was jammed.  And this was a large parking lot that was to provide parking for several other national chain stores.  I bet those other stores were a bit unhappy with the boycott.  I had to park far away and walk.  At the store there was a long, winding line. 

I know that these were people there to support Chic-Fil-A, not to protest.  How did I know?  They were polite and orderly.  They were smiling and talking to people around them.  No one was screaming and yelling.  Although a few needed haircuts, none needed baths or lessons in manners.  I did notice that there was one protestor there.  He was the one the news media were talking to.  At least I assumed he was a protestor.  I can’t see our media wasting their time talking to real people.

My wife called me from the east coast to say it was the same there. 

As the cows of Chic-Fil-A say, “Eat more chicken.”  One of the great things about Chic-Fil-A is that their chicken is lower calorie than the other chains that sell fast food chicken.  Tastes great, lose weight, fight fate.  And support a company whose only sin is to close on Sunday.

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