As I was walking to work one steaming hot morning last week, "Some Kind of Wonderful" came on. Right exactly at :32 (skip to it in the video for the full effect), I saw this:
For those of you who don't live in the NCR (that's short for "National Capital Region, but I like throwing fake gang signs while saying the acronym), tasting the sweet goodness of Chick-fil-A is a luxury not many of us often behold. You can travel to Woodbridge (I refuse, traffic is too bad, like, all the time), Silver Spring (Maryland? Pshaw.), Landmark Mall (used to live over there but will never go back if I can help it), or Ballston Mall (I'm a Washingtonian, not an Arlingtonian, thankyouverymuch.). (My friend David says I'm a provincial snob. I do not disagree.) So you can imagine my glee when I saw the signs that Chick-fil-A would be coming to Crystal City, right where I work! (Of course I wouldn't be caught dead in Crystal City if I didn't work there.)
You better believe as I walked the rest of the way to work I imagined myself dancing with a cow and biting into a Chick-fil-A sandwich in slow mo.