July 8 was Cow Appreciation Day at Chik-Fil-A where if you dressed “head to hoof” like a cow, you got a free meal. I didn’t hear about it until the morning of the 8th so I had to throw together some costumes in the midst of unpacking, feeding babies, and blogging. Woe is me.
But I did it! I pulled through! Kyle was, at first, not thrilled with the idea. He’s kind of a reserved person and if nobody else is doing it, he’s not gonna do it.
But free food talks. Loudly. And he eventually warmed up to the idea.
I pulled some old clothes out of our closets and my acrylic paints out of their hiding place in the garage (bad artist, bad!) and got to work.
I wish I had, had more time because I would have gone ALL OUT on the costumes. Even little Grady had cow pants on!
Notice the amused look on Kyle’s face? He was afraid that we’d be the only people dressed like cows at the Pooler, GA Chik-Fil-A.
Luckily, we weren’t the only people there and we weren’t the most extravagant either!
We didn’t really know what to expect when we got there or how we might receive our free meals. We walked in, sporting our signs:
And we got in line. Someone told Kyle that the manager was walking around handing out “free meal” cards but we didn’t see anyone doing any such thing so we got out of line and looked for him/her. After about 5 minutes of standing around, we got back in line figuring the people behind the register would know what to do about feeding our herd.
Once we got to the front of the line, the cashier said she had some of the vouchers at her register and she rang us up. She even gave us a 5th meal since Grady was dressed up too! Maybe she didn’t know that he still takes his food from the udder. I went to sit down with Grady while the rest of my herd waited for our dinner.
About that time, we saw the manager getting more of her vouchers from behind the counter. She went back out but I didn’t see her hand any vouchers out. Instead, she went to a booth, sat down, and started playing on her phone. Kyle is a restaurant manager so this really ticked him off. I’m not sure how it was supposed to flow but we thought that the whole thing could have been much more organized. If the manager had placed someone at the door deciding whether or not people were dressed “head to hoof” or “too chicken but still trying” (the distinction for either a meal or just an entree), and handing vouchers out as people walked through the door, it would have been a lot less confusing. I also think it would have been nice for someone to be standing there complimenting the kids (and us big kids) on their costumes. Not one person said anything about our costumes which (in my opinion) kind of took some of the fun and magic out of the whole thing. Styles was very disappointed when we left that nobody mentioned how much like a cow he looked. And to be quite honest, I was a little disappointed too. Maybe that’s just the narcissist in me.
Anyways, back to our meal:
Kyle is laughing because of the braless redneck sitting in the booth next to us who kept trying to engage us in conversation with her 18 month-ish old son that wouldn’t leave Grady alone. She was talking VERRRRYYY loudly and then screaming at the top of her lungs at her son when he’d touch Grady’s feet. I had nightmares about shrieking, saggy udders last night. It was horrific. Aside from that, the food was wonderful as always. Madilyn LOVES Chik-Fil-A and so does Styles. I think their diet lemonade is liquid gold.
The Manager eventually stopped by to give the kids some little stuffed cows, but she didn’t talk to us when she dropped them off. It was more like a drive-by cow tipping, only instead of driving she was walking, and instead of fleeing the scene afterwards, she resumed her perch in the booth across from us, playing with her phone. (I wonder if she was playing FarmVille). Still, Grady loved his little cow and tried to eat it. Apparently he’s a beef guy which kind of embarrassed me since we were at Chik-Fil-A.
We really had a great time despite the confusion (and despite Kyle’s disgust at the lack of management. NEVER go out to eat with a restaurant manager. Even to fast food.) I look forward to doing this again next year and I hope that our local Chik-Fil-A learned from the experience so that it can be even MORE fun. I’m glad we went. It will make fantastic memories for the whole family.