Crack-fil-A

You know it as Chick-fil-A - I know it as Crack-fil-A. I say that because that is the only explanation I can come up with. The chicks put crack in their fil-A. Why else would the one by my office be 25 cars deep at the drive-through EVERY time I go by there? I am not kidding. 8 AM, 10:52 AM, 1:17 PM, 3:59 PM - doesn't matter. The place stops traffic. The people waiting in that line have an addiction - they must. And it ain't the chicken, people.

I could understand if the food were good. It is not. I could understand if it were the only restaurant around. It is not. I could even understand if the line-formers were super-dooper hungry and it were a convenient place to stop. It is not. Seriously - it is SO not.

My theory: It is the crack-smoker's heaven, and they are all following the big bright light. Yeah, I'll just stay away from that.