Recently, I've been notified that there has been dereliction in my duties.
"Since you cover such important events like the Women's March in Seneca Falls and MLK50 in Memphis, how could you possibly miss, practically across the street from you, the Greece and Rochester earthshaking Grand Opening of our area's brand new, very first Chick-Fil-a ?!???!"
I'm so ashamed. It's the biggest thing to hit Greece, NY since Good Ole George W. Bush spoke at Greece Athena High School back in 2005. Gosh, I miss Good Ole W.
But today, I drove by on the way to my Hairdresser. Yes, he’s a hairdresser. He has told me that he is not a barber, since that is a different license. Probably has something to do with learning the proper techniques to bleed clients to let out infectious diseases.
It was amazing to see that the Greece Police were there, flashing lots of lights and making sure the traffic flow was optimum. Access from busy Route 104, the main drag, to the street adjacent the establishment was completely blocked with cones and a car with lights a-flashin'. Uniformed officers were making sure that all the cars entering were approaching by a circuitous route around the block. My tax dollars at work!
So that we can focus on the issue at hand, let's completely disregard, for the moment, the gay bashing the Chick-fil-a founding family has done in the past. One has to wonder what the tumult and long line of gas-wasting cars backed up around the block has to say about us citizens. Here we are, willing to line up and wait in less than wonderful weather (mid-April in Western NY...stay away, it's always sleeting sideways) for a chicken sandwich, or some other non-beef concoction. It looks like the biggest deal ever in the town of Greece, and the good and hungry citizens don’t want to miss it!
What kind of lives must my fellow Grecians, and probably some legal alien Hiltowners and Spencerporters, have if a new brand of Chain Chicken Chow is the highlight of their current existence? Unless it imparts fountain-of-youth benefits, one can wait at least a few weeks, at the very least. Or maybe forever.
On the other hand, this event is something us plebeians can enjoy. When #43 was in town, only important connected people and the media were allowed to hear him speak. The kids were locked in their school rooms. Passers by could not pass by. We unconnected were kept a safe distance away. And W's visit was only a short portion of one day. Quite a contrast to the Chick-fil-a fiesta, approaching a week, that we all can enjoy as long as we line up to buy!
Fortunate son and travelin’ man that I am, I’ve just returned from Memphis, where there was ample opportunity to chew a Chick-fil-a at multiple locations. Almost as many as Dunkin' Donuts in Rhode Island. Stop in anytime, no lines, and your sandwich is in hand in seconds.
But stop I did not.
If I’m mobile and meaning to masticate meals of immediacy in Memphis,
Central BBQ is where I’m headed.
Maybe there's a franchise opportunity in Greece. Our tax dollars will be there for you.
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