That’s right, we made three chicken stops for lunch today.
Because one wants Chick-fil-a, without reservation, always and forever.
The other, can’t eat Chick-fil-a, because eggs.
And the rest of us wanted Popeyes, because they, of course, have the best chicken sandwich in town.
(Obviously, we get a few biscuits too, don’t be a Philistine about it.)
Your family is unsatisfied and still fighting over lunch.
But my family is as happy as can be.
All it took was a little indifference, and a little more patience.
And three bags of chicken.