Maybe it's because I weep with pleasure while I drink their milkshakes, maybe it's because I blush when the cashier says "My pleasure". I don't know why Chik-fil-A sends me darling little invitations via text message entitling me to special events, and I don't like to brag,
BUT IT IS AWESOME!
Do you know that nearly every month I receive a top secret code word via text message that entitles me to two-for-one milkshakes? All I have to do is lean across the counter crook my finger and whisper "milkshake madness" in my most sultry tone into the trembling ear of a Chik-fil-A employee who will swallow noisily, obey my will, and hand over two chocolate milkshakes for a pittance.
Last week came the most thrilling invitation yet...a summons to an exclusive mother/son, reservations only dinner. What better gift to give my graduating senior than a night of bonding with mother before he is ripped away to make his lonely journey in academia.
Of course, formal dress is required
A prime parking spot was reserved in our honor
We were greeted by a celebrity hostess
(my son's classmate, who looked puzzled when I asked to take her picture)
Nonspeaking cows were on hand
|Flowers bloomed at every table|
We were starry eyed at the ambience
We drew pictures of each other
He drew me with his eyes closed
It was night never to be forgotten.