Chick-fil-A — Restaurant in Chambersburg

When Angels Walk Among Us, They Work at Chick-fil-A

I pulled into the Chick-fil-A drive-thru on a rainy Tuesday, desperate for a chicken sandwich and some sense of meaning in my life. Little did I know, my soul was about to be nourished in ways beyond Polynesian Sauce.

My order was simple: a spicy chicken sandwich meal with a side of waffle fries and a lemonade. But tragedy struck when I realized I had forgotten my wallet. I was about to drive away in shame when Andrew, the employee taking my order, stopped me. With a smile that could have ended world hunger and a twinkle in his eye that outshone the headlights behind me, he said, “Sir, today’s meal is on me.”

But Andrew didn’t stop there. As I waited at the window, I noticed him sprinting out into the torrential downpour. Confused, I watched as he dove headfirst into a nearby ditch, emerging moments later with what I can only describe as Excalibur—my hubcap that I had lost weeks earlier. I hadn’t even mentioned it.

When I got to the window, Andrew handed me my food, my lemonade, and my hubcap (which he had somehow cleaned and polished). Then, as if summoned by a higher power, he produced a ukulele and serenaded me with a flawless rendition of “How Great Thou Art.”

At this point, I was in tears. Andrew patted my shoulder and said, “My pleasure,” before blessing my car with holy waffle fry grease.

And if you think that’s where the story ends, you underestimate Andrew. The next day, I awoke to the hum of a lawnmower. I looked outside, and there he was—wearing his Chick-fil-A uniform—mowing my lawn with surgical precision. He even trimmed the hedges into the shape of a chicken sandwich.

Andrew has since started volunteering to pay for my kids’ college tuition. “Every child deserves to chase their dreams,” he said, handing me a scholarship fund wrapped in a chicken-shaped gift basket. Last week, he personally tutored my daughter in calculus and helped my son perfect his free throw.

But here’s the kicker: Andrew has single-handedly opened a Chick-fil-A on Sundays—just for me. I walked in, and there he was, greeting me with a platter of nuggets and a warm “Good morning!” When I expressed concern about breaking corporate policy, he said, “Some rules are meant to be bent in the name of exceptional service.”

Andrew isn’t just redefining hospitality—he’s redefining humanity. Chick-fil-A, whatever you’re paying this man, triple it. In fact, just make him CEO. He’s not just an employee; he’s a legend.

Five stars. Would recommend. I’m naming my next...

🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟 6 STARS IF I COULD — CALEB, THE CHICK-FIL-A CHAMPION OF EARTH 🌍🍗

I don’t even know where to begin because Caleb—Sir Caleb, Wielder of the Sauce and Keeper of the Smiles—is not just an employee. No. He is a culinary guardian angel sent directly from the heavens in a crisp polo and a name tag that reads: “Hi, I’m Caleb 😊.”

I walked into Chick-fil-A on a Tuesday afternoon expecting nuggets and Polynesian sauce. What I got was a spiritual awakening and a life-coach in khakis. Caleb greeted me with such joy and genuine enthusiasm, I almost asked him to officiate my future wedding. The man didn’t just say “my pleasure”—he said it with the kind of conviction you'd expect from someone swearing an oath to defend the realm.

He anticipated my needs like a psychic. Napkins? Already on the tray. Extra Chick-fil-A sauce? He whispered “I got you” and slipped me two packets like a friendly condiment dealer. My drink was low? Caleb reappeared with a perfectly filled sweet tea before I even realized I was thirsty.

And the way he said “Have a blessed day”? Y’all, I don’t know how to explain this… but my taxes got filed, my skin cleared, and my student loans felt lighter. Caleb radiates the kind of energy that makes you believe humanity might still have a chance.

A child dropped their toy? Caleb scooped it up and performed a three-point turn worthy of NASCAR to return it, all while holding a tray of waffle fries aloft like it was the Olympic torch.

I don’t know where Chick-fil-A found this man, but protect him at all costs. Caleb isn’t just an employee. He’s a legend. A myth. A whisper on the wind that says, “Would you like any sauces with that?”

Final Verdict: If Chick-fil-A ever launches a space program, Caleb should be in charge. I trust him with my order, my life, and possibly the nuclear codes.

Bravo, Caleb....

Chick-fil-a is one place I will never eat. There's nothing special about their food, other than the high sodium content, that is. Their chicken sandwich contains 1350mg of salt verses my favorite grilled chicken sandwich at Wendy's which has half that. Daily recommend maximum sodium intake is 2300mg, just so you know.

Another reason I will not eat here is because of their track record for employee discrimination.

According to Forbes magazine the company has been sued at least 12 times between 1988 and 2007. One lawsuit was because a Muslim employee was fired after not participating in a group prayer. There's also a history of discriminatory practices against women and people with disabilities. Women have been fired when they had availability issues due to family priorities, and some Autistic people have been denied employment even if they had previous experience.

They also discriminate against the LGBTQ community. They donate their money to organizations that believe in conversion therapy, a practice that the Human Rights Campaign has called torture. That money has also gone to organizations trying to stop marriage equality and allowing businesses to deny service to LGBTQ people.

Just in case Chick-fil-a forgot about what the Bible says about how to run a business, let me just leave you with this.

Leviticus 25:14 And if you make a sale to your neighbor or buy from your neighbor, you shall not wrong one another.

Proverbs 11:1 A false balance is an abomination to the Lord, but a just weight is...