The Chick-fil-a Mom

   I'm finally writing about something I've thought about for months: The Chick-fil-a Mom. The CFA mom is distinctive. Her hair is done, she's wearing real clothes (not sweats!), and she's usually wearing jewelry. The only exception is when the CFA mom makes her regular Chick-fil-a run after her run/workout/tennis lesson. Then, and only then, will she be in a cute tennis skirt or some other coordinating workout attire.  Even after an hour of moderate exercise though, she will still have her make up on.
    Seriously, tell me I'm wrong. Of course there are exceptions, but you know I'm right. And if you disagree, just go to Chick-fil-a around 11:30am on a weekday and watch the moms that come in to have lunch dates with their friends. I promise you I'm right.  How do I know this? Because I am a recovering Chick-fil-A mom. I simply cannot go into Chick-fil-a looking slovenly! It just feels wrong.  I've had many mommy lunch dates at Chick-fil-a, and although my Chick-fil-A mommy friends have changed over time, the Chick-fil-As are the same.
   Sometimes a normal mom will make her way into Chick-fil-a. By normal, I mean "not a Stepford-like CFA mom." Her hair might not be perfect, and she might even be wearing jeans and a t-shirt *gasp*.  It's alright though.  If she continues along the path of CFA mommy lunch dates, she too will be assimilated. Now don't take this the wrong way. I LOVE CFA (obviously). I can sing the Chick-fil-A song. I ate lunch there today! I'm just making a micro-cultural observation. 

If you haven't heard the Chick-fil-a song or just want to see it again, here you go! The Chick-fil-a Song

Forgive me for this completely irrelevant blog post. I'm just procrastinating. =)


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