This morning we had a few storms which meant the Y kicked everyone out of the pool. Having only swam an hour, and still having a long day ahead of us, I took everyone to the barber shop. The boys were starting to look a little shaggy and we needed the diversion.
After some great cuts, we stopped off at Chick-Fil-A for lunch and some play time. The kids were really great and no one spilled anything throughout the entire meal.
Then came ice cream.
I traded the kids’ meals freebies for ice cream and (having no will power) ordered myself a chocolate shake. Have you ever had a Chick-Fil-A shake? You wouldn’t think that’s the place to get the perfect shake, but it IS. Mmmmmmmm! They come topped off with whipped cream and a cherry.
It was the cherry that caused the problem. Jack met me at the counter to carry his cone to the table and, not wanting to wait, he pulled the cherry from my shake. As he was popping it into his mouth, the shake tumbled to the ground and with a loud POP! exploded all over the floor.
I wanted to cry. What a waste!
The wonderful server took good care of us - she replaced the shake and gave us a bowl full of cherries! What a sweetie.
Still, as I stepped over the mess, I felt my eyes tear at the thought of that wasted shake…
2 responses so far ↓
1 Heather // Jul 22, 2008 at 3:02 pm
What a great server. We just got our first Chick-Fil-A. I’ll have to head over there for a shake.
2 gran // Jul 22, 2008 at 6:30 pm
just another instance where great service over comes the sting of disaster. the shake didn’t spill into your shoe, by any chance?
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