Some friends and I decided to have lunch at Chick-fil-A on South Boulevard today.
What a huge fucking mistake.
The place was packed with kids. Wall to wall children. Some of them who looked as if they should’ve been in school. But what floored me was the fact that a bunch of those rug rats were there with their grandmothers. What the hell? Grandma is supposed to be the one to cook when Mama don’t. Grandma isn’t supposed to take little Johnny to a fast food restaurant. That’s just wrong. I can count on one hand–one finger, the number of times my grandmother and I went to a restaurant together. My grandma was the best cook. I loved going to spend time with her–even if she didn’t have cable.
Today’s grandmothers, please keep your crying grandkids at home and cook for them!
This article appears in Apr 2-8, 2008.
One quick comment about this blog and other blogs like it: Who gives a shit? Seriously – who gives a flying shit about your lunch at Chik-Fil-A? Shouldn’t a blog be used for things that will be of interest to Creative Loafing readers? Having the Grandmothers have changed blog entry in the Random Dumb Shit category is right on the money. But, my question is, why even bother if all you’ve got to say is so banal?
Well, you DID read it. So that’s the point in a way. At the same time, CL runs more serious news and commentary on The CLog all week from the likes of John Grooms, Nsenga Burton and more. So, feel free to just read the posts marked NEWS and you won’t see any Random Dumb Sh*t.