Not Much Money
My first memory of having a delicious Chick-fil-A sandwich still lingers with me today every time I take the warm sandwich out of the foil lined bag. In the mid 70's I remember on more than one occasion my mother, my sister and myself being at the mall and stopping at Chick-fil-A for a sandwich. Money was tight so mom would get one sandwich for the 3 of us to share. What I remember was sitting down, unfolding the foil lined paper sandwich bag and carefully splitting the sandwich 3 ways. The steam would pour out of the bag as we opened it sending the smell of chicken all around us. The sandwich would be warm and the bun a tad bit moist. I got to pick off the pickle for myself and then the 3 of us would enjoy a shared, yummy sandwich.
I always wanted an entire Chick-fil-A sandwich for myself. Now every time I do eat at Chick-fil-A (which is often, I have 2 kids who love it) I think about the luxury of having my own entire sandwich that tastes every bit as good as the third of a sandwich I shared with such limited money 30 years ago.