Chick-fil-A is really something. I went by the one on Chapman this morning & the girl at the window went to fold down the top of my bag & it was barely torn so it wouldn’t make a nice crease.
She frowned.
“Oh, let me get you another bag, this one’s ripped.”
As soon as I got my eyeballs back in my head that she was actually SERIOUS I waved my arm. “No, it’s alright! Really!”
“Are you sure?” her brow was all furrowed, not understanding why I would accept an inferior bag.
