Want My Pickle?
On Valentine's Day 2002, my then boyfriend Glen drove almost 4 hours for a surprise trip to see me at college in northern Michigan. Before leaving for my night class, Glen told me that when I got back he would have dinner waiting for me. I thought to myself (I hope he doesn't make macaroni & cheese). When I returned from class, my apartment was dark. When I opened the door, I found Glen at the kitchen table with candles, flowers, and 2 plates of my absolute favorite food...
I was so excited that he brought me Chick-fil-A, because at the time there weren't any Chick-fil-A restaurants in northern Michigan, and it had been quite a while since I had been home in Indiana. We sat for dinner and Glen asked if I wanted his pickle. This is a usual question when we have Chick-fil-A, because he doesn't like them... so I grabbed them off of his plate and when I lifted the bun to put them on my sandwich... I found my engagement ring!
I looked up at Glen and after about 5 minutes of my crying, he knelt down and asked me to marry him. It has now been 10 years and we have a beautiful 5 year old daughter, Allison and our little bundle of fun Evan who is almost 7 months old. Chick-fil-A has always been a part of our lives, and each time we go to there, we are greeted and served by the most polite people in retail food service. I myself am a food service manager for the University of Notre Dame, and I understand the importance of exemplary customer service, and that is what we find at our local Chick-fil-A establishments. Thank you for all you do!