I stopped at Chick-fil-A this morning because I guess I don't care about my gay friends sometimes. It's on the way to work and is very easy to pull in and grab a chicken biscuit.
Today the man in the window handed me two bags and said the other item was to give to someone else for their "share the love" campaign. I thought about it the rest of my commute. Whose day would I make brighter with a hatebiscuit? Once I sat down at my desk and discovered that a box of 4 chicken minis was in the second bag my heart shrunk back down to regular size.
Guess who had a chicken biscuit and 4 chicken minis for breakfast this morning.