Dear
Chick-Fil-A,
I
don’t care. Please make me a sandwich.
Love,
Middle
30
P.S.
This does not mean I agree with your position on gay marriage. This does not
mean I’m happy that a percentage of the $3.26 will be donated to groups that
fight gay marriage. It just means I’m hungry for a chicken sandwich and you
make a delightful one (the two pickles are an especially nice touch) at a
reasonable price, and deliver it to me at the counter before I can sit down. I
understand that there is more to Chick-Fil-A than politics, just like there is
more to me than my own ideology. I don’t agree with all my friends’ politics,
but I still enjoy their company.
So
yes Chick-Fil-A, we can still hang out. But please don’t take my tacit consent
as permission to throw it in my face. Don’t start refusing service to folks
because they’re gay. Don’t employ your anti-gay stance as an advertising
technique. Don’t actively attempt to profit off the “controversy.” Because if
you do, we might be headed to splits-ville. Just ask my ex-girlfriend Race for
the Cure.
All
you did was answer a question honestly. There’s nothing wrong with
that. All the media coverage, the protests, the protests-of-the-protests and
other exposure has been organized by non-affiliates. You haven’t used the
situation to publicize or promote, though I’m sure you enjoyed the profit
margins on that Appreciation Day. I might disagree, but at least I know where
you stand. That’s more I can say for hundreds of others that see my business.
So
keep that chicken fryin’, that diet lemonade flowin’, and your politics buried
on your balance sheets and in your boardroom. I know you're busy Sunday, but let's hang out soon.
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