I've been traveling for two weeks. That's why I haven't been here. Because I haven't been here. (And that's not the kind of thing I tell all . . . what, four? people that read my blog.)
Pics and things may come at some point, but for now I'll just report that I visited eight different Chick-Fil-As this trip, and I am still flabbergasted by how pleasant, courteous, and conscientious their staff were. Across the board, in five different states, people were falling all over themselves to do an excellent job.
There were even flowers in the restroom at one place. Flowers
. In the restroom
It's like they think working in a fast-food restaurant doesn't equate to being a low-life degenerate with nothing to look forward to.
I wonder how CFA accomplishes that.