A friend and I stopped by Chick Fil A the other day. I needed a sweet tea.
“Uh, yes, I need a large sweet tea,” I said to the drive-thru speaker. “Want anything?” I whispered to my friend. She shook her head no.
“Okay, Kristen. That’s $1.67,” the speaker answered.
As I pulled around, I could feel my friend staring at me.
“What?” I asked.
“That lady, in the speaker, she KNEW YOUR NAME!” she said in disbelief.
“Oh, that. Yeah, I come here. A lot. It’s funny, she recognizes my voice now and . . .” my words trailed off.
Because she was really staring now. Intensely.
“What? Oh, is that bad?”
Obviously it never dawned on me that it wasn’t normal for fast food restaurants to recognize you BEFORE they see you.
This opened up a whole new dimension of thinking. Hmmm, I wonder how many things I do that aren’t normal for other people.
Wow. That’s deep.
I’m a little worried now. Can you help me decide if these things are bad?
Besides knowing my name and debit card number, the Chick Fil A lady frequently comments on how easy it is to make sweet tea at home and how fattening it is.
I still go back. Almost daily. Is that bad?
My baby’s second and third words were ‘chicken nugget?’ Is that bad?
My one year old got into the pantry the other day while I was in cyberspace. She dumped out a bag of tiny marshmallows. She shoveled them in her mouth. I let her. Is that bad?
I love Carmel Delights made by the lovely Girl Scouts. The other day, my daughter asked if there were any left. “No,” I replied quickly. No, because I’m hiding the last two to eat later. When I’m alone. Is that bad?
I do not enjoy unloading the dishwasher. Every once in a while, when I feel overwhelmed, I pretend they are still dirty and wash them again. Is that bad?
On a full moon, sometimes I innocently hand the baby to my hubby, KNOWING she’s stinky. Is that bad?
I love cupcakes.
More than some people.
Is that bad?
Sometimes I go to Target. Okay, I go 4.5 times a week. When I wear red, my kids wonder if I work there. Is that bad?
Occasionally, I slip a tabloid into my cart at the store and then hide it when church people come over. Is that bad?
When I REALLY need a break, I leave my 8 year old to watch my other kids and go to the movies—
Shoot. I KNOW that’s bad. Just making sure you’re still reading! And I’m completely kidding!
Since I’m starting to see faults in my moral compass, I’ll leave it with just one more . . .
I have been known to hurt people for chocolate. Is that bad?
This was originally posted in February 2008