I love Chick-Fil-A sandwiches so much it's sinful.
Not like you love your spouse, and not the way you love your friends or family. I mean...it's more than that.
I'm talking about an intense fiery burning love. A deep unfathomable love, the kind of love that literally grafts itself on to your heart. Immaculate, unshakeable, preternatural
love.
I love Chick-Fil-A sandwiches like
Westboro Baptist loves hate, like Kardashians love the NBA, like Rush Limbaugh loves the sound of his own voice.
I love those buttery buns an
d peppery chicken filets (and on occasion those fried-to-perfection 12-piece nuggets with honey mustard dipping sauce) so much it hurts. Like kittens love catnip, like flowers love rain, like God so loved the world. That's how much.
And that's why breaking up with Chick-Fil-A is hard to do (congrats Neil Sedaka - you were right).
In lig
ht of remarks made by Chick-Fil-A president Dan Cathy this week, I can no longer stick my head in the sand. I must acknowledge that some of the money I spend at Chick-Fil-A supports people and organizations who believe I am less.
I must say goodbye, Chick-Fil-A. So long my beautiful sandwich, I'll miss you.
In these first difficult days after my split from Chick-Fil-A, I know Twitter will be there to comfort me and make me smile. Here are a few favorite Tweets so far.