Yesterday I was driving home and saw a very long line of cars queuing for something. This brought back all the bad memories from the lockdowns when people would line up to the Starbucks window in order to relive the memory of driving to work and stopping for some coffee. I did it a couple of times, too, to feel like myself again.
I wondered what people could possibly line up for in the absence of a lockdown. What can be so attractive on a freezing February afternoon?
Turns out that a Chick-fil-A opened in town and people are going cuckoo-bananas with joy. I never understood the love affair people have with Chick-fil-A. My niece comes over from Canada, desperate to go there. Locals sit in their cars for an hour. Why? It’s one of a million fast food places. OK, it’s better than Arby’s but then partially digested concrete would be better than Arby’s.
I don’t get it.
By the way, in case anybody is wondering, my favorite fast food in the US is KFC. That shit is irresistible which is why I never go.
In Europe, my favorite fast food is at those shawarma carts you can find everywhere. Wonderful stuff!

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