Chick-fil-A is the undisputed fast food king. Ronald McDonald and that creepy Burger King guy that haunted my chicken fry-filled adolescent nightmares can’t hold a candle to the southern goodness that is Chick-fil-A. Unfortunately, living in the Northeast, I am not as blessed as my Southern brethren who seem to have Chick-fil-As on every corner. We do have White Castle, which is kind of a blessing and a curse.
Unfortunately for most, the holy land known as Chick-fil-A is normally closed on Sundays. I used to work in a mall and — fun fact — Chick-fil-A would be open on Thanksgiving and Christmas Eve, but not Sundays. Makes sense, if you don’t think about it.
Believe it or not, Atlanta is home to not only the world’s worst Super Bowl blown lead (“it was 28-3” jokes will never get old) but also the world’s busiest airport — Hartsfield-Jackson. And on Sunday, that airport got shut down due to an electrical blackout.
That’s when Chick-fil-A stepped up to the plate.
The City of Atlanta tweeted that it was providing shuttle service for those who needed a place to stay, and that Chick-Fil-A was stepping up to serve meals to stranded passengers. The Atlanta Airport called Chick-Fil-A opening up on Sunday a “#ChristmasMiracle,” and the city’s mayor said the company had provided more than 2,000 meals.
Of all the times I’ve been stranded at the airport, I wish it was yesterday so I could’ve eaten this mystical Sunday Chick-fil-A. Last time I had a delayed flight, I was stuck next to a crackhead hobo who tried convincing me Sbarro pizza was some secret conspiracy set forth by the government. Less than ideal.
Moral of the story: marry rich and fly on her dad’s PJ instead..
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