The GC Discovers Chick-Fil-A!!!

So one of the painful things that we have learned with a kitchen renovation is that you don't have a kitchen to eat in or use. Granted we have an outdoor fridge (that is now an indoor one) but still nothing to cook on. This is also magnified by the fact that the GC needs food every 6 hours. Period. End of discussion.

So we have partaken in as many different dining establishments that Wilmington has to offer; many of the fast food/cheap variety. One day last week, as we were running some errand (I forget which), the alarm clock in the GC's fuel tank went off. We needed fuel and fast! The nearest place, thankfully, was a Chick-Fil-A. Yum yum I thought to myself... waffle fries. The GC was drooling too. So we pulled in.

We get out of the car and go in. (I must have free refills at all times, so I always go in! Never drive thru.) We step in and I look at the menu, already knowing what I will choose. I turn to my loving wife.

"Babe, what do you want?"

She is in a downright full gawk at the menu... "Its like McDonald's" ... eyes widening... "But.... with..... CHICKEN!!!!"

"Yes dear"

"Wow" Chin is now hovering inches above the floor. "Everything in here is chicken"

"Yes dear. What do you want?" Looking around anxiously at the hungry people behind us, who also didn't look to enamoured with the GC's naivete.

"Um... " Her eyes were as big as saucers. She was being mesmerized by the neverending chicken options. "I... don't... know...."

"Seriously!" I kind of tilt my head to the side as I say this. "Seriously?" I was dumbfounded. Has this lady not lived in the US in the last 2 decades?

I told the hungry people behind us to cut in on us. Clearly my wife had just escaped the Pregnant Mental Institution and cannot decide what she wants to eat as her first meal. I almost left her there, but unfortunately I'm married to her.

She finally mumbles something like "combo .... #3" and then I hurry to the counter.

"Yes. I'd like a #1 and a #3 please" I scream, hoping that the GC wouldn't change her mind.

"Ooohh" I hear from behind me. I cringe. "They have diet lemonade."

"I'll have a coke zero and psycho preggo over there will have a diet lemonade."

"Ooohhhh...." I hear again... Oh GOD, what now?!?!?! "They serve breakfast."

"Yes, dear." Is she on drugs or something? I mean really. Who has never been to a Chick-Fil-A? This must be the BY, or maybe the hormones. God forbid.

"Ooohhh chicken biscuits!"

"Yes dear"

"Wait!!! Breakfast burritos!!!! I absolutely LOVE breakfast burritos."

I looked back again with a WTF look, but she was not looking at me. She was staring at the menu in some sort of non-red-meat-atarian crazed stare. Where was my wife and what had the BY done with her?

"Yes dear. We'll get burritos another time. Probably when its breakfast."

People were starting to really stare at the freak show by the time I gathered the meal. I ushered my still-entranced wife to a booth on the other side of the restaurant.

"Um... Maine..."

"Yes." Oh, I think she's back.

"What just happened?"

"Oh. I've never been in a Chick-Fil-A before."

There you go.