Category: Laura (A)
As I was driving through a large local outdoor shopping center today, I took a second look at a very popular fast food restaurant, Chick-Fil-A. Being one that likes to look at things from man points of view, a scary thought came to me….How would I view this will meaning fast food (ha, ha, there’s and oxymoron for you) if I was a Type B???
Oh, to be a B in a chicken loving world. Chick-fil-A is an establishment whose existence revolves completely around chicken. Chicken soup, chicken sandwiches, chicken nuggets, chicken fingers, chicken, chicken, chicken. Sure you can get a hamburger, but I doubt it is very good and it is most likely laced with chicken.
To make matters worse, their famous slogan “Eat mor Chikin” is a virtual stab at all of the B’s out there. Think about the poor little B children, how do you think they feel when they are watching their favorite cartoons and all of the sudden a dancing cow come across the screen singing about chicken??? Why can’t they eat chicken? Why do they brutally kill these well meaning, chicken loving cows?
Oh the shame, radio, TV, billboards, there is no escaping it, “Eat mor Chikin”, “Eat mor Chikin”, “Eat mor Chikin” everywhere you go. Forget Joe Camel, this is truly a dangerous marketing campaign. Those scoundrels, do they personally want to destroy the lives of B children, do they have no soul? (must all be O’s, flesh eating piranhas)
No wonder B’s are not a huge part of the population, between ‘Big Chicken’ and ‘Big Peanut’ it is amazing they survive at all. Godspeed little B’s, eat your dairy, your sweet potatoes, your lamb too, heck I’d even eat that Mutton if I was you, you need all the strength you can get.