I am a C
I am a C-H
I am a C-H-I-C-K-F-I-L-A
And I have C-H--I-C-K-E
In my M-O-U-T-H
And I will
R-E-G-U-R-G-I-T-A-T-E-I-T
(repeat indefinitely)
Sung to the tune of the old youth group song. I made up these lyrics back in 1980, when I worked downtown at the Chick-fil-A in the Omni International Hotel (now known as
I kept my job as the resident manager of the GT BSU, giving me a free place to live. Every weekday I would walk the mile down Techwood through the slums, help open the Chickfila, cook breakfast donuts and sausage biscuits, then start preparing for lunch. So every day I ate Chickfila breakfast and lunch. When I got off work at 4:30 I would grab a couple of sandwiches to take home for dinner. So five days a week all my meals are paid for. Since I worked nights looking after the BSU, I was getting paid at two jobs, not driving, with hardly any expenses.
I kept up this schedule for the three months of the 1980 winter quarter. Spring quarter I took morning classes in Clarkston at
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