That’s right, we made three chicken stops for lunch today.

Why?

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.