I am in the Marine Corps and as a result my wife and I have lived in numerous locations in our five years of marriage. We are certainly not complaining about our station in life. We enjoy military life and are currently living in Hawaii, which is amazing, but has no Chick-fil-A. However, as many in the military know, sometimes Uncle Sam puts you in places that are not equipped with a nearby Chick-fil-A. We are from the southeast and grew up on Chick-fil-A and never knew how good we had it until we moved away. After being married, we were stationed in the remote desert town of Twentynine Palms, California. We were ecstatic when we found that there was a Chick-fil-A just two and half hours away in Rancho Cucamonga. We immediately hopped in the car and went to Chick-fil-A. We ended up spending the night so that we could get chicken biscuits the next day. Needless to say we made that trip multiple times.
While living in Virginia, the day before our second child was born was "Cow Appreciation Day". My wife and mother-in-law made costumes for themselves and our oldest son. About three hours prior to dinner my wife went into labor but refused to miss "Cow Appreciation Day". We had our Chick-fil-A that night while my wife was in labor and my son was born early the next morning.
Perhaps, our most drastic measure for Chick-fil-A involved our families most recent trip to from Hawaii to Disneyland. There was a Chick-fil-A less than ten miles away. We took a cab and arrived with our two toddlers and their car seats. We looked like a regular circus rambling into Chick-fil-A, but the staff at the North Tustin, Anaheim Chick-fil-A were so accommodating. People were staring at us like "Did they really take a cab to Chick-fil-A?" It really made our vacation. As a testament to "Cow Appreciation Day" our youngest son, whose last Chick-fil-A meal was on that night before he was born, now at 20 months, asked his mom when his nuggets were gone. "I eat more chicken please?"