I have loved Chick-Fil-A since I was little. When we lived in Georgia, my friend's dad at our church had a franchise and would always give the Sunday School kids free coupons for a sandwich and fries. Don't even get me started on the waffle fries or the Polynesian sauce. Imagine my chagrin when we moved to the North and there was not a Chick-Fil-A in sight. Alas, we would not meet again until my undergrad campus got a franchise in the cafeteria. There is nothing as good as their lovely chicken nuggets or a hand-mixed milkshake.
We finally got one where we live and it was a treat for me whenever I went to the mall to have some fries. Even better was when we moved to the suburbs and there is one within 1/2 mile of my house (cue angels singing and a ray of light shining from the heavens)! I have become notorious at my book club for bringing Chick-Fil-A and I am almost expected to bring them upon pain of death. The last Wednesday of every month I call them up to order a chicken nuggets tray which is always finished within the first 30 minutes of book club.
I got a call from them last week and to reward me for my frequent purchases, they are giving me a tray of the chicken breakfast sandwiches! Woohoo! It doesn't take much for me, but they now have a customer for life (even more so than my sworn devotion before). Eat Mor Chikin! Now that is what I call customer service.