My very first job was for Chick-Fil-A in my home town when I was a sophomore in high school. The experience was a good one and I earned a $1000 scholarship that helped pay for my first year of community college. When I moved to Jackson, the closest Chick-Fil-A was a 5 hour drive away in Salt Lake City. I didn't realize how much I craved the stuff until it wasn't readily available! Then we moved to Ann Arbor and I had gotten over my need to have Chick-Fil-A. My darling husband (well, we actually weren't yet married at that time!) searched and found a Chick-Fil-A about an hour away in Toledo, OH. He surprised me by taking me there for dinner for my 30th birthday!
Once we moved to Houston we had 3 Chick-Fil-A restaurants within 5 miles of us. We made it a Saturday night date every week to go eat there because I always wanted to eat there on Sundays. They are always closed on Sundays for religious and family reasons. What a great way to grow their following---being unavailable on a weekend day! Now the kids are addicted as well and I take full responsibility.
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