Shit We Hate: When the assholes at Chick Fil A say "my pleasure" instead of "your welcome" like a normal human. We get it. You're ultimately superior because you are not rolling up to a Chick Fil A drive thru at three thirty with your finger crossed that there is lonely chicken biscuit left over from breakfast, because you were awake at proper breakfast hours. Whatever. On top of that, every CFA I've been to had a sixteen-eighteen year old private Christian school virgin (because, you can just tell) working the register who glares at me big time when I pull up to pay. Just because my car and I might smell like those hippies you sat behind at the Dave Matthews concert does not give you any right to put on your judgey pants. I know that giving me extra buffalo sauce is most certainly not anyone's pleasure. So don't get all condescending and braggey every time I thank you, just because Jesus loves you better. Sorry for partying, bro C
*In light of recent events, we wold like to ammend our orriginal post in which we hate on Chick-Fil-A for insisting to shove their superior manners/religion down our throats via subliminal messaging (you know that look they give you) and 'my pleasure.' We now hate on Chick-Fil-A for being (as a company) a close-minded dildo who supports some really bull shit stuff.